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thelandswemadeofpaper · 2 years

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Secret/Lies/Reveal

Dark Secret

False Utopia

Town with a Dark Secret

Empire with a Dark Secret

Sadly Mythtaken

Secret Past Catches Up

Cassandra Truth

Secret Test of Character

Secret Relationship (friends? romance? parentage? Secret Student? Secret Lover/Secret Child?

Hidden Purpose Test

Secret Keeper or Secret Secret-Keeper.

False Testimony/Confession/Charges

Anything 'Fake' (Redemption? Object? Reveal? Defector?)

Secret Plan

Hidden Agenda

Secret Mission/Deal

Secret Friendship

Secret Message (like wearing an certain color means something? In code? A page in a book?)

Secret Passage/Path/Room/Door

Secret Society/Hidden Village

Ancient Conspiracy

Map All Along

All Just a Dream

Secret Art

Secret or Hidden Witness

Eavesdropping

Shared Mass Hallucination

Invisible Writing

Masquerade

The Unmasking

Really Royalty Reveal

Unaware Pawn

Bait-and-Switch

Keep in the Dark

Unwitting Muggle Friend

Locked Out of the Loop

It Was with You All Along

A person is tortured to get said information.

A thing they did. A thing they are doing. A thing they were going to do.

You were raised your entire life with a purpose, but of course nobody bothered to tell you.

The secret coul get someone in trouble (a threat?), you could be forced to lie or hide it? The secret you hurt a innocent too as a collateral together with the culprit? Or you? To use you? To kill you? You friend did a bad thing, but you don't want to rat him out? Going as far to cover up for him? Or the secret would cause your friend to do a bad thing? Or put two friends against each other? Your Faction is the one to blame?

Investigation of the Evil Authority's shady corrupted business can get you being named unlawfull or a traitor. You may look very suspicious too.

This can be about a posmortum character, maybe even the reason they died.

Secretly working with each other?

A Bad Thing that happened to you, but you hide. Fear of your loved ones's reactions?

Forced into a Fake Relationship?

Manipulation: To do something to her/him? You involve a person into something without telling her about all of it (plan? conflict?) or lie to get her to do/don't do a thing? So he/she won't run? Or stop them?

Do Anything in Secret (from which characters?) or it Happened and Hide it.

A character begin forced to keep a Secret.

Taken to the Grave

Card up in the Sleeve

About

Origins/Backstory

Heritage/Nature

Existence

Responsable/Involved

Relation/Connection

Identity

Different Reason

Did/Didn't

Denial

Action

Cover Up

Ability/Power

Change of the Plans

A given Information

False Cause

'Normal/Mundane’ characters unaware of their conections with the ‘mystical’ can be used as pawns more easily. Or just someone with unaware secret that a bad person knows.

Maybe its not even about the assunt itself, just the fact they lied and its possible consequences. Or the reaction to the reveal (whose?), or what the finder do with the secret. A lie can lead people to do bad things, especially if told by people they trust.

A secret can cause misunderstanding, can get people blamed, put in danger or saved by it, people can be killed to keep it a secret or after it is revealed, because of the content. The lack of the true and whole information about the situation when making a action can lead to many paths.

For the secret keeper? The uninformed? The actuator? The subject? The object? The finder? The tattler? The liar? The revealer? The victim? What are their Character Archetypes? For me, identifying which characters (can? have to?) exist in a Trope helps organize the plot.

Reveals

Character B has an secret that makes Character A angry. Character B can be or not aware of the secret about themselves.

Character A is told an secret about themselves and has an bad reaction at that, affecting his relationship with Character B.

Character B tells Character A the secret about A, mostly likely different story than the lie B made about it.

The reveal can be about both. Maybe they chose to have different reactions to it. To put more drama, add another trope before/during it, like an Death or Betrayal.

A character makes a reveal about themselves. Or a third party makes the reveal of a secret to their friends.

A reveal about a third person, a group, a place or a object.

A reveal about the group they are in? Maybe one if the friends already know? Maybe they are even part of the secret?

The group you are with can be aware of a secret about you that you don’t know. Or a person you trust hid something that affects you.

If lies and secrets are involved, even more conflict. Maybe its not even bad stuff, the problem itself is that they lied/keep secret and its consequences.

Or the refusal to talk about it even under pressure, or forcing someone to keep a secret

Or reveal or declaration about a person without permission or knowledge.

The reveal mostly can take two paths: a total new information being given (It happened) or the story told different of what really happened (how?)

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padawanwriter · 2 years

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help i have to many ideas but i dont know how to word them and i want to plan them out but then i just want to write it down and make a story from there. any advice?

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pieces-dayoff · 1 year

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Love or not?

It was a beautiful day.. a girl named Raida was Standing on railway station along with her parents.

☘︎𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬☘︎

Raida turns to the train and walking with the help of stick and catches the train saying goodbye to her parents.

As she enters a TC helps her to find her berth . She quietly sits on her sit. A boy was sitting just in front of her in the dark corner something in a way the light was not able to reach him completely, his name was Akash.

☘︎𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐚'𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫☘︎

They started a little conversation...

𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐇: 𝐻𝑖.... 𝑎𝑚 𝐴𝑘𝑎𝑠ℎ.

𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐀 : *ᴀᴡᴋᴡᴀʀᴅʟʏ* 𝐻𝐼...𝐼'𝑚 𝑅𝑎𝑖𝑑𝑎.

𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐇: 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔? 𝐼'𝑚 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑥𝑦𝑧 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑡𝑤...

𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐀 : 𝐼'𝑚 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑚𝑛𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑦.

Akash thought... "so she's taking of before me..."

☘︎𝐀 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬...☘︎

𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐇: 𝐵𝑡𝑤... 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠,𝐼𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙?

Raida thought... how can i look out and tell him? What should i do?

𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐀 : 𝑊ℎ𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛?*ɪɴ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʀᴜᴅᴇ ᴛᴜɴᴇ*

𝑨𝑲𝑨𝑺𝑯: 𝑌𝑒𝑎ℎ!...

Akash just continuously feeling Raida's presence and was just thinking about her. Raida was feeling a bit lazy so she closes her eyes and feels the wind by laying on her bag.Akash was also feeling sleepy so he takes the help of the side table present in the train and rests his face on his hand by facing towards Raida.

Suddenly a beautyful cool wind blew and Raida's hair started to flow in the air.... As Akash was facing her Raida's hair touched his face. *Akash could feel her soft hair,could smell the sweet fragrance of her hair...

AND Raida realizes her hair flowing so she ties them up...After an hour Raida's station comes.

☘︎𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠☘︎

Raida hears the announcement realizes her station has come. She took her belongings and bags and gets ready to leave...she picks up her stick and by that she starts finding her way out...

Akash realizes Raida is going

*He in his mind thinking.... Why am I feeling sad?can I ever see her?*

☘︎𝐒𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐚'𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞☘︎

𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 : 𝐻𝑖! 𝐼'𝑚 𝑁𝑖𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑦... 𝐼 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑎𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑜𝑛*sᴍɪʀᴋs*

𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐇 : 𝐻𝑒𝑦...! 𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔?

𝐍𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐲 : 𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑙... 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒...

Akash was just imagining whatever Nischay was saying...

𝐍𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐲: 𝑆ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑢𝑏𝑏𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠,ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑...

By listening these Akash felt something in his heart...

𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐇: 𝐴𝑛𝑑?

𝐍𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐲: 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑑.

𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐇: *ғʟɪɴᴄʜᴇᴅ* 𝑊𝐻𝐴𝑇?

𝐍𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐲: 𝑌𝑒𝑎ℎ! 𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑒𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑦?

𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐇: 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑖 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡? 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝐼'𝑚 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑜...

Akash and Raida both were blind but none of them let the other person know about it... Akash sat in the dark corner again but now with a smile

*Akash in his mind*

"Oʜ ᴅᴇᴀʀ ʀᴀɪᴅᴀ...I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪғ ᴡᴇ'ʟʟ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ...I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏғ ᴍᴇ...I ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ sᴀᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʏ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs ʙᴜᴛ sᴜʀᴇʟʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ᴡᴇ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴜs ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ... Cᴀᴜsᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴏʀ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴜs ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ...

#loveornot #stories #writing story #art #love

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fanatichistory · 1 year

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Mushroom Story Part 7

I'm so sorry I forgot about my mushroom story!!!! Holy poop!!!!!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Tristan kept pace with the car that sped down the highway, hidden in the clouds from prying eyes.

The chatter from the Council reported three more missing forest creatures with connections to the light of creation and one light fae who also held a connection but was just visiting with a friend and happened to get caught up in the chaos currently raging in the South Kingdom.

The Eastern Kingdom, and their Guardian, were currently at the Council Hall with the other Kings and Council members as they tried to track the chaos going on with the rogue Temple priests and priestesses.

Tristan kept track of it all as a silent observer, not wanting to draw too much attention to himself while at the same time knowing that Zaviar and company were currently up to something at the home office and utilizing the current chaos as Tristan was in keeping his mind blank while following orders to follow the woman creature of light and keep her safe as ordered.

As they entered the city it became harder to keep track of Zaviar's car as Tristan had to climb higher in the sky, above the clouds and past the skyscrapers and out of the traffic lanes of planes to remain unseen until they finally came upon one the city's skyscrapers with a helicopter pad that allowed Tristan to land atop it.

Having the others out of sight on the city streets below unnerved him greatly. Especially with the current circumstances being what they are...

On the streets below, Devana looked out the window of the car's backseat wide eyed as the building they had pulled up to towered tall above them. So tall, that she couldn't see the top or the blinking red lights warning aircraft of its height.

Her jaw fell open at the black metal and dark tinted windows as she wondered how he had gotten his hands on so much of the materials, let alone afford it all seeing how tall the skyscraper was when she finally remembered that he was King of the ooga boogas after all.

"It also has a helipad at the top, for those of us who fly and need the privacy in the middle of the city. But it's also used for private and business use too, so those times are scheduled with the Flight Master who lives in the apartment on the floor just below who tracks and coordinates it all. No human use allowed though, even for work, just us 'ooga boogas'." Zaviar explained with a wide grin as he opened the door for her and helped her out onto the sidewalk.

"How do you know about my nickname for you guys? Did Aaron tattle?" She whipped a pointed a look at the friend in question and pinned him in place as he gave a nervous chuckle and held his hands up in surrender.

"He means well as always." Zaviar laughed, though anxiety was still settled in his eyes despite his rather well crafted poker face. Devana couldn't help but notice that no matter how schooled his features, how charismatic his voice, his eyes revealed his true feelings to her.

The eyes truly were windows. At least, for Zaviar in any case.

Aaron, however, wore his heart on his sleeve so there was no need to decode his thoughts from his eyes. For a second Devana wondered what it would be like for Tristan and if they could be friends too like her, Aaron, and now the growing connection between her and Zaviar.

Though she secretly hoped for more between her and Zaviar...

"Devana, hurry up!" Aaron called as he held the door to the building. Zaviar had already disappeared inside as the hustle of the pedestrians briskly walked by as they went on their way.

Hurrying inside with him to catch up with Zaviar and perform the ritual Mooshy gave her a crash course in on the ride over, the sun continuing to sink lower as everyone inside made the mad dash to clock out and hurry home for dinner.

Though to be honest, the dark tint of the windows made it seem a little later than it was.

But, thanks to the lighting being a bright amber, it was as if day in certain places inside while remaining dark twilight in others as Aaron lead her through the maze of offices to the elevator where Zaviar awaited them.

"Finally." His foot was tapping, the only indication to them that he was growing impatient.

"Sorry we're not super fast." Aaron teased lightly while they both panted from the brisk walk while trying to not draw attention, pointing out the fact that they were both human and simply went as fast as humanly possible through the office to catch up with him.

Zaviar's eye's softened a touch at the reminder, the foot tapping ceased, but his face otherwise remained the same.

The elevator dinged and opened it's doors, allowing them to pile inside as Zaviar pressed the button for his office home floor where they would be performing the ritual.

Tristan greeted them as they entered Zaviar's office. His features were tense and his arms were crossed but he seemed to relax just a touch when Devana entered.

"Good. You're still in one piece. The Council was worried."

"Why is that?" Zaviar questioned lightly though he cut his eyes suspiciously at Tristan from behind where he stood while Tristan was preoccupied in watching Devana take in the office space and décor.

"More people are disappearing. They've ordered those with connections to light or creation magick to head for them for their protection. It's confirmed now that the rogue priests and priestesses from the Temple are working some kind of shadow magick that feeds off of the light they drain from their victims."

Everyone was still and silent as he continued to inform them of the information the Council and other Guardians had telepathically shared with him on his flight over.

"The reasons why they are being drained of light and for what purpose are still unknown. Striker, Guardian of the East, is injured and currently being healed at Council Hall with the other refugee's that he arrived with. That's how dangerous the rogues' shadow magic is. Strong enough to take on a Guardian."

Tristan let that sink in as his sobering gaze met Zaviar's.

"These rogue's know exactly what they are up against because they were once our friends and allies. Someone's brother or sister or what have you. They know us, but we apparently don't know them. According to Striker, they are strong with shadow magick. The shadows protect them."

Devana stepped forward then from Aaron's side.

"What do you mean by 'the shadows protect them'? I know we're pressed for time to he-help Zaviar-er- get his thingy and finish up here before we head out...." Good catch Dev, he's still connected to the Council. Don't blow it girl. "But I'm just trying to understand the information you were told on your way over here. It's all happening so fast."

Zaviar gave her a small, sad smile and she almost broke character to assure him that she was, in fact, actually fine.

Aaron on the other hand, scratched his chin to hide a smirk as he got the hint. Knowing exactly what his friend was up to and managing to pull off covering her butt so well after nearly blowing it that even Zaviar didn't catch her.

"Whenever anyone would use magick to defend themselves, not just Striker but anyone versed in defensive magick, the shadows would leap forth and shield the rogues from being hit by the spells or falling debris. Not a single one of them has fallen."

They are children of the Shadow. The Shadow protects their children.

'Really?'

You are a child of my light are you not? Do I not protect you?

'What about the others? Aren't they children of light or whatever?'

There is more than one version of light just as there is more than one version of shadow. I merely embody one version of light but not the other. You are my only living child.

'What does that mean?'

A lesson for another day child. This is war and time is a luxury.

"Dev?"

Devana blinked back into focus and looked around the room at the faces of her friends.

"Sorry guys. Conversation with Mooshy. I got distracted for a second."

"Care to enlighten us?" Aaron asked hopefully, curiosity sparkling in his eyes. He was always ready to take mental notes about her and the connection with said sentient magick mushroom she named Mooshy, who apparently might be some form of God?

She wasn't sure honestly, given the recent events and how fast everything really has been going down since she nearly died that day when she ate said sentient magic mushroom.

"Not particularly." She answered with a grin and a singsong voice to try and keep things light. Devana turned her attention in full back to Tristan and stepped up to him as he looked back at her. His feathers twitched nervously behind him at his back, not used to being close around people who weren't Zaviar or fellow soldiers.

"I need you to take a seat."

He raised a brow at her, arms still crossed over his chest. Zaviar, bless him, took the hint then and started rummaging around the office to keep the cover story intact so the Council would back out of Tristan's mind and loosen it's hold over him.

Aaron remained by the office window and played with a few remote viewing spells on his crystal ball that's size was no bigger than a ping pong ball, perfect for travel, though Devana was unsure how he kept it from breaking while on the go and made a mental note to ask him later.

After another minute or so Tristan finally sat in the ornate office chair in front of the desk. The Council apparently satisfied with the story and Devana wondered how often Zaviar forgot things, or if this story was used before on Tristan and the Council.

Devana stepped up behind him then and, as mentally rehearsed in the car ride over and putting her faith in Mooshy to pull through for her, she placed her hands on either side of his temples and proceeded to connect their minds.

The blinding blue-white light that was Mooshy flashed across her eyelids and she was pretty sure she was doing her now signature glow thing again.

Seeing the ritual finally taking place, Zaviar stopped pretending to look around the office and stood behind his desk, letting him watch the two in front of him.

Devana was glowing bright fluorescent blue as she stood behind where Tristan sat awkwardly in the plush office chair, his wings tucked to fit as best he could but still looked rather uncomfortable.

Her hands on either side of Tristan's temple glowed the brightest but what was unnerving were Tristan's eyes. They had taken on that same glow of hers while she was telepathically connected to him.

Even Aaron was watching everything transpire with curiosity and a bit of nervousness from his spot by the window, pausing from his crystal ball to watch it all unfold. Zaviar had half a mind to redirect him to the task of keeping an eye out for enemies through his magic but then again the Tower had safety protocols for such things so he let his friend be.

Tristan made little gasps here and there, a few murmurs, but otherwise didn't seem to be in pain. More like he was conversing... was it Devana or this Mooshy though?

The glow began to dissipate in his eyes then, traveling back through her arms and dimming to it's natural fluorescence that always seemed to keep beneath her dark skin.

"Mooshy says it's done and...well, how do I put this..." Devana bit her lip as Tristan held his face in his hands and gathered himself. That alone put Aaron and Zaviar on edge.

"I'm like Devana now." He blurted out.

"What?!" Aaron dropped his crystal ball in shock as Zaviar's brows reached his hairline.

"Explain what this means please." He asked as calmly as he could as he crossed both his arms across his chest.

"Well, Mooshy was severing the connection and everything as agreed..." Devana started, nervously biting her lip as she looked across to him.

"The Council was rebelling the idea and trying to stop it. As I thought they would." He added, bringing his head up and leaning back in the chair. The back of the chair pinched the shoulder blades of his wings and bunched his feathers painfully at an angle but he didn't care at the moment.

It was a mild discomfort.

"Then Mooshy had an idea...with it being war and all against the shadow thingy..." Zaviar's eyes glanced up at her then from across the desk that separated them but that didn't spare her from the anger that ticked and flamed behind them.

"What. War."

"Don't be mad at her, I agreed Zaviar. I made the deal with the mushroom God to become a child of theirs. In return, I am still connected to the Council but I no longer have to answer to them. This way I can still gather information and communicate with the other Guardians going forward."

"So Mooshy really is a God..." She murmured taking a step back from where she stood from behind the chair.

"There are many types of deities and spirits with varying degrees of power. I wonder who Mooshy was before you named them...before you and Aaron found them in the forest." Tristan trailed off in thought.

"On that note of subject matter, why were you looking for a god mushroom in the first place?" Zaviar rounded on Aaron who was still shell-shocked but otherwise observing the conversation before turning to him.

"I had no idea, honest. The mushroom Devana ate looked like the one we set out to find for the invisibility potion I wanted to brew but the mushroom I wanted wasn't exactly the glowing type."

"Meaning?"

Aaron sighed in frustration as Devana bit her lip while she caught the implication that her friend was getting at that Zaviar was pointedly avoiding.

"The glowing mushroom must have glamored itself to look like the one we were searching for in the hopes that either Devana or I would be curious enough to eat it. Then, when the vampire assassin attacked, ‘Mooshy’ must have saw it's chance to reach out and offer healing...Devana just happened to be closest within reach..."

Tristan nodded at the theory, sensing as much from the sentient being within him.

"Mooshy needed a host...a human is certainly better than a mushroom in a forest." He added despite Zaviar's cutting glare before passing a worried glance in her direction.

Devana felt her chest tighten as anxiety began to take hold. What did this mean? What about her homestead? Her animals? What was going to happen to her?

Fret not, child of mine. You are under my protection after all. I will do my utmost to protect you and yours.

'And what they're saying? Did you really put yourself there to use me? To make me a host person thingy?'

Of course.

Mooshy answered so honestly simple that it took her aback and freaked her out more. Did this make her a tool then? Mooshy said earlier that this was war...

No child, I was not aware of the Shadow's movements or plans for your friends and their people. That is why I offered to make Tristan my child as well. He will serve me well as my soldier in the coming battles.

'You would really ask that of him?'

He offered. He is a warrior through and through sweet child. He is simply answering the call to protect his people. I am honored to call him son.

'What of me? What do you expect of me?'

My sweet daughter, I expect you to be as you are. You are compassionate, loyal and true. You're connection to animals and the forest will only strengthen now that I have awakened you. Be as you are and you will find you're way, child of mine. I cannot exist in this physical world without a host and while this arrangement was necessary for me, know that I waited in the forest for you.

'Not Aaron? After all the trouble he went to find you?'

His light burns a different color. In the best possible way, he is no child of mine. But he is good and true of heart, keep him close in the times to come.

'His light is a different color?...what do you mean...there are other sentient beings of light like you out there? And they glow different colors?'

Devana could practically feel the Mushroom spirit sigh in resignation as it gave in and took the time to give her the lesson now instead of later as it had intended.

Yes. There are different sentient beings of light and each embody what they represent. I am the forest at night. The wonder of the wood. The fluorescence symbolizing the light and life of the creatures that roam at night. I am more than the mushroom you found me in. My blue glow unlocks the truth often hidden in the night, obscured by fog or the cloud in the skies. Those who traverse my woods can expect to find the truth about themselves...whether they want to or not.

As a being of the wood, the forest at night, I protect all it's creatures who live within dear child. Including you and your farm animals. And as a being of the light of truth, it is why my color is the blue glow you have come to know me as.

'But what do you mean by people having different colors?'

I suppose you humans call it an Aura. Yours and Tristan's is simply compatible with my energy and my truth. Now, there will be time to learn more of the my forest truths later. The Shadow's army mobilizes and seeks children of light no matter whose they may be. It's hunger is insatiable and as I have been without a sentient speaking host until you, I haven't been able to speak to the others.

'You all don't talk on the other side?'

No. I am the light and truth of the wood at night. They are varying versions of the light of day so none have come to wander in my forest to converse.

'How rude.'

Mooshy pulsated with what seemed close to laughter at that as Devana came back to awareness in the office.

Zaviar still seemed upset with the topic of war looming while Tristan was talking with him about it. Apparently Mooshy was talking to him as well at the same time as her, which was weird to her but hey magic sentient forest deity mushroom right?

Zaviar and Aaron had been following along and catching up with the danger of the Shadow that Mooshy mentioned and that the rogue Temple priests and priestesses were being protected because they were it's children. That the creatures of the forest and of the light were being taken and killed because it's hunger was insatiable.

"The Council has ordered no contact, automatic retreat on sight if and when one comes across a rogue. Everyone is to make their way to the Council Hall immediately and all available Guardians are to spread the word and see people to safety. It's likely, they say anyway, that once there are no more forest dryads, fae or sprites to feed off of the Shadow will move on to witches and Merfolk next."

"Assuming they can catch the Mer." Aaron muttered in disgust at the thought of the Shadow consuming everyone.

"There are a clan or two in the lakes and rivers inland here, for a start, before they make their way to the ocean waters." Tristan reminded.

Zaviar pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned. "This really is war. This is going downhill so fast." He glanced up when he noticed her watching them and following along with the conversation.

"Welcome back. You were gone a long time."

"Sorry about that. I was panicking about some stuff and needed some answers about the whole...host thing..." Devana answered as guilt washed over her.

Mooshy did say that now wasn't the time, and she pressed anyway for her answers. How selfish...

"I'm sorry Devana. I was insensitive earlier when I said that. I was thinking out loud but I said it without thinking about how it would make you feel." Tristan placed a hand on her shoulder as if to offer her comfort but it came out as a sort of awkward patting of the shoulder instead as if he was unsure if she would welcome it from him or not.

"No don't be, it's fine. I've been wondering myself I just didn't have the balls to ask until now."

"So what did Mooshy say? Do we get to know too?" Aaron asked her excitedly curious and needing the distraction. The shards of the crystal ball he dropped by the window earlier were cleaned up and in the trash bin by the desk so he didn't really have much to do to help.

By the equally curious look shared on Zaviar's face, Devana smiled and gave a quick summary of the conversation with Tristan helping to fill in some analogies to help them understand.

Then they both had to explain that Mooshy can talk to them both at the same time, and because of his experience with the Council's telepathic bond forced on him and the other Guardians, he was able to follow along easily with her conversation with Mooshy while maintaining his own conversations.

Which to be honest, she was a little jealous of because now she wanted to know what he and Mooshy talked about. Devana made a mental note to ask him later and get some telepathy tips to boot. Apparently, there might be a telepathic connection between them now?

"Yeah, weird right?" Tristan chuckled darkly out loud to her, catching her thought. Also as unsure how to feel about it given the situation with the Council abusing their telepathic bond with the Guardians as she was. Though it was more personal and home hitting for him.

And that was when the light bulb clicked on.

"Holy shit!"

All three men jumped and turned to her as she stood up out of her chair.

"Someone on the Council is a host of a sentient being of some kind like I am to Mooshy and that's how they were able to form that bond thingy! The Guardians are their children!"

"I don't follow." Aaron said and his eyes bounced between everyone as he tried to keep up.

"I told Devana how they made Guardians bonded to the Council. How a member of the Council oversees the proceedings of the blood ritual and that was how she got the idea with Mooshy to do this ritual to free Tristan." Zaviar explained to the two.

"To be honest, Mooshy wasn't upfront on making Tristan a child of theirs. They only said they'd break the bond and that by doing so it would piss off the Council and to be ready for that." Devana bit her lip and shifted back and forth.

Zaviar nodded when she confirmed what they had quickly talked about back in her cabin at the spur of the moment when forming the plan to save Tristan.

"That's true. That was the war I was prepared for..."

"Zaviar...You were going to go to war with the Council? Over me?"

"Of course, you're my friend and ally. Family." Zaviar met his gaze and he could tell Tristan was having a hard time processing. Strategically, he knew Tristan wanted to say that he was an idiot and how dare he. He was King and therefore had a Kingdom to run.

But as he cleared his throat and shifted to his other foot, he nodded and quietly said "Thank you."

"So...asshole on the Council aside for another day, unfortunately to be continued, where do we start with the Shadow that’s coming for us?" Aaron asked as his question brought everyone back to task.

#mushroom story #writing #writer community #writing story #caretaker #protective caretaker #winged oc #My OCs do not steal

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thenamesellen · 1 year

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Chapter Five of The Hidden Darkness has been out for a few days now. I don’t know why I forgot to share it on other platforms but oh well.

Here’s the other four chapters below.

#the hidden darkness #fantasy literature #literary #literature #orginal story #story telling #fantasy story #storyline #writing #writing story #writing stories

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who-canceled-roger-rabbit · 8 months

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Some spins on the "mostly male team with a token woman" trope:

The woman is trans and stayed in her old circle of bros even after transition

The woman is the only one in her circle of "girls" who didn't turn out to be a trans man

#of course even in that case i'd still make plenty of other characters female OUTSIDE the main team #there's a they wolf in my closet #gender #transgender #trans #lgbtq+#queer #story ideas #writing prompts

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foldingfittedsheets · 2 months

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Every sales job I’ve worked has that one item. The white whale. The biggest ticket you can sell. The sale you brag about when you’re chatting with other industry people.

When I sold mattresses it was a split king adjustable base. That’s two twin extra long mattresses next to each other to make a king, but each side can move independently. They’re insanely expensive and honestly kind’ve impractical but it was the biggest ticket thing to sell.

When I sold sex toys though our white whale was the 20lb ass. It was a female pelvis, a cut out from the waist to the tops of the thighs. It was hyper realistic material and cost about $500. I definitely had bigger tickets but not in one item typically.

In my time at the sex shop, I sold three. Each time was completely different in terms of how the guy acted about buying it. The first man was a little embarrassed and shy about it. I was professional and supportive as I rang it up. Once I handed him the receipt he looked at the box. Then he looked at me.

If you’ve ever wondered how big a box has to be to fit a 20lb ass let me just tell you: it’s pretty damn big. It’s an uncomfortably large armful of box and every side has a picture of the sex toy inside on it. It’s not subtle.

“Could I get a bag….?”

There was no bag that existed that could possibly contain all that ass. “Hang on,” I told him.

I got scissors and tape and covered the box in cut up black bags. Looking relieved he picked up his purchase and left.

The next man to buy one carried it proudly to the counter; self assured and not embarrassed in the least. When I said I didn’t have a bag, but I could wrap it for him he gave a hearty shrug and hefted it into his arms, marching out the door with the butt on full display.

The last man to get one was just kind’ve an odd guy. Not creepy, but eccentric. We got along great, and as I rang him up I said, “Well one guy wanted his taped over, and one guy carried it out. What would you prefer?”

“There’s no bags?”

“No store bags. I think our jumbo trash bags in the back might fit it….?” It seemed rude to suggest putting a $500 item into a trash bag, but he wasn’t bothered.

He considered this then said, “Bring me the trash bag.”

When I delivered it to him he still managed to surprise me. Instead of shoving the huge box into it he opened the box. He took out his new $500 sex toy, and all the little things it came with, tipping them unceremoniously into the trash bag.

“There! Now I don’t have to deal with the box later!”

I was slightly stunned but agreed that I could easily deal with the trash. Then in a move I still think about with delight he flung the trash bag over his shoulder like a Santa with a sack full of ass and sauntered out the door.

If this or my other escapades made you laugh you could pop a tip into my Ko-fi! For more like this check my tag "ffs foibles".

#ffs foibles #funny #story #writing #story time #sex shop #retail #funny story

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filiseverus · 9 months

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The Barbie movie reminded me about how when I was little my parents were upset that I kept making my Barbie dolls kiss, so they bought me a Ken doll. The next day they found me having a funeral for poor Ken in the garden, he had died of tuberculosis. All the Barbies were in attendance and I buried him under our rose bush. The Barbies were too poor to afford a headstone (it was 1875) so I didn’t mark where the grave was and I never could find him again. He’s probably still there.

#barbie movie #barbie #feminism #ken #ken doll #i’m just ken #my writing #true story #ryan gosling #barbie dolls #greta gerwig #margot robbie #oppenheimer #barbenheimer #if you ever find a Ken doll wrapped in toilet paper that’s mine sorry

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write-on-world · 5 months

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#writers #writers on tumblr #writing #writing prompt #writer #my writing #daily writing prompt #daily writing #writing tool #story #write it

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biggest-gaudiest-patronuses · 5 months

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the fact that shakespeare was a playwright is sometimes so funny to me. just the concept of the "greatest writer of the English language" being a random 450-year-old entertainer, a 16th cent pop cultural sensation (thanks in large part to puns & dirty jokes & verbiage & a long-running appeal to commoners). and his work was made to be watched not read, but in the classroom teachers just hand us his scripts and say "that's literature"

just...imagine it's 2450 A.D. and English Lit students are regularly going into 100k debt writing postdoc theses on The Simpsons screenplays. the original animation hasn't even been preserved, it's literally just scripts and the occasional SDH subtitles.txt. they've been republished more times than the Bible

#due to the Great Data Decay academics write viciously argumentative articles on which episodes aired in what order #at conferences professors have known to engage in physically violent altercations whilst debating the air date number of household viewers #90% of the couch gags have been lost and there is a billion dollar trade in counterfeit “lost copies”#serious note: i'll be honest i always assumed it was english imperialism that made shakespeare so inescapable in the 19th/20th cent #like his writing should have become obscure at the same level of his contemporaries #but british imperialists needed an ENGLISH LANGUAGE (and BRITISH) writer to venerate #and shakespeare wrote so many damn things that there was a humongous body of work just sitting there waiting to be culturally exploited...#i know it didn't happen like this but i imagine a English Parliament House Committee Member For The Education Of The Masses or something #cartoonishly stumbling over a dusty cobwebbed crate labelled the Complete Works of Shakespeare #and going 'Eureka! this shall make excellent propoganda for fabricating a national identity in a time of great social unrest.#it will be a cornerstone of our elitist educational institutions for centuries to come! long live our decaying empire!'#'what good fortune that this used to be accessible and entertaining to mainstream illiterate audience members...#..but now we can strip that away and make it a difficult & alienating foundation of a Classical Education! just like the latin language :)'#anyway maybe there's no such thing as the 'greatest writer of x language' in ANY language?#maybe there are just different styles and yes levels of expertise and skill but also a high degree of subjectivity #and variance in the way that we as individuals and members of different cultures/time periods experience any work of media #and that's okay! and should be acknowledged!!! and allow us to give ourselves permission to broaden our horizons #and explore the stories of marginalized/underappreciated creators #instead of worshiping the List of Top 10 Best (aka Most Famous) Whatevers Of All Time/A Certain Time Period #anyways things are famous for a reason and that reason has little to do with innate “value”#and much more to do with how it plays into the interests of powerful institutions motivated to influence our shared cultural narratives #so i'm not saying 'stop teaching shakespeare'. but like...maybe classrooms should stop using it as busy work that (by accident or designs)#happens to alienate a large number of students who could otherwise be engaging critically with works that feel more relevant to their world #(by merit of not being 4 centuries old or lacking necessary historical context or requiring untaught translation skills)#and yeah...MAYBE our educational institutions could spend less time/money on shakespeare critical analysis and more on...#...any of thousands of underfunded areas of literary research i literally (pun!) don't know where to begin #oh and p.s. the modern publishing world is in shambles and it would be neat if schoolwork could include modern works?#beautiful complicated socially relevant works of literature are published every year. it's not just the 'classics' that have value #and actually modern publications are probably an easier way for students to learn the basics. since lesson plans don't have to include the #important historical/cultural context many teens need for 20+ year old media (which is older than their entire lived experience fyi)

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thelandswemadeofpaper · 2 years

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Family

Primordial

Monster Progenitor

Mother of Monsters

Maker of Monsters

Feuding Families

House Divided

Child of Two Worlds

Bloodline Ability

Secret Legacy

Villainous Lineage

Heroic Lineage

Hidding your Heritage

Heritage Disconnect (or even Hatred)

Inhuman Ancestry

Nature vs Nurture

Boomerang Bigot

Hybrid all Along

Artificial Hybrid

Lost (Blood?) Line/Branch (ancestor ran away or missing? bastard child's line? hidden child's line? split family? female line?)

Stepparents

Twins/Triplets

Half-Siblings

Bastard Child

Estranged Family Member (Child? Sibling? Cousin?)

Child of Forbidden Love

Crashing Cousins/ Enemy Siblings

Missing Parent/Dead Parent/Single Parents Absent Parent

Mysterious Parent

Massive Numbered Siblings

Secret Other Family

Extra Parent Conception

Truly Single Parent

Disowned

The Rebel/Black Sheep/White Sheep

Abandoned (child? partner and child?)

Separated at Birth/Childhood (Kidnapped? Accident? In the middle of chaos?)

Given/Taken Away

Kidnapped at Birth

Raised by Wolves

Raised by Rival

Muggle Foster Parents

Adopted/Fostered/Ward/Taken Under Custody

Secret Project Refugee Family

Moses in the Bulrushes (or just adoption by finding a baby? Or even a older child? Left in the doorstep? In the middle of chaos?)

Interspecies and Intercultural Adoption (of rival fantasy races? Orc Raised by Elves? Raised by Orcs? Raised by Humans? Raised by the Supernatural? Raised by Natives?)

Real Parentage Reveal (For a orphan? Affair? Past lover's child? You-are-adopted reveal? One of the parents is a stepparent? A missing or unknow parent? False Heritage? Maybe its your Ancestor's heritage reveal)

Unknow/Secret Family Member or Long Lost Relatives (Kidnapped? Turned Evil? Run Away? Disowned? Forbidden to see you? A lost Child? We Don't Talk About Bruno Situation? It can be the opposite and you or your parent is the wayward child)

Relation/Connection Reveal (don't have to be direct family, can be just 'your father was my teacher', 'I was friends with the original', or something like that. Its a double reveal? Your parent's secret former life? Friend of a Friend? Hidding their relationship?)

In-Laws/Married Into (the Evil Advisor wanting to marry into the royal family? A tragic heroine being given as a bride to a dysfunctional family? Your spouse's evil family giving you trouble? Commoner marry into noble family? The marriage is a infiltration? Betrayal?)

Secret Child (Kidnapped at Birth/Childhood? Lost? Unknown? Hidden? from parents or by parents? By the other side of family? From the other parent? From a enemy? From a specific person? From their own family/faction? From the heroes? A secret love child? Untold Pregnancy?)

Are they even aware you are alive or exist?Maybe they did, but decided to leave you alone? Maybe its just a powerful person having a hidden child (and spouse?) nobody knows about, either he/she left them or visit them in a safe place.

You are hidding with who? By who? From who?

The Parent Trap (even if they are the birth parents, works with other long lost relatives too)

Blended Family

Love/Marriage

Affair

Admirer

Lost Lenore

Love Triangle

Forbidden Love

Star Crossed Lovers

Awful Wedded Life

Abduced for Love

Arranged Marriage (and a True Love involved?)

Run Away Bride (with Lover?)

Traitorous Lover

Unrequited Love

Villainous Crush

Secret Relationship

Interspecies Romance

Tragic Romance

Sabotaged Relationship

Loves my Alter Ago

Enemy/Rival Romance

Proxy Wedding

Enemies-in-Law

Bigot with a Crush

Shapeshifting Lover

In Love with the Mark

Stolkhome Syndrome

Usurpation by Marriage

Married for Love (maybe its someone you family consider 'lesser'? A commoner? A lower family? Had to do something for it?)

Unwanted Admired (of an character or their ancestors/parents).

Former Lover or Betrothed (Scorned Lover? 'Stolen'? 'Abandoned'? Forbidden/Split Tragic Lovers?) They will want you back? Hurt your actual S/O? Or really loved you even after being rejected and look after your children after you are dead? Maybe they were forced to split after a Tragic Romance?

Seduce an Character (like a Lady Mcbeth/Evil Advisor, Evil Stepmother, Black Widow or an Gold Digger). A powerful person? political power? magical? Its an non-human supernatural being? Your Archnemesis? A Love Matyr? Manipulation? For their assistance/help? Face-Heel Turn? Using a person's feelings for your own benefit? Revenge? (on your other love? On the subject in question or someone related to them?)

A bad person married to good one (weirdly common in soap operas), interesting dynamic and source for plot if nothing else (especially if they are parents...)

Royal Harem

Chosen Conception Partner

Love Ruins the Realm

Romancing the Widow

Engagement Challenge

Child or Parent Marriage Veto

I Just Want to Be Loved

I Want My Beloved to Be Happy

Act of True Love

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