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wow love the gold highlights

I redid a drawing of the Apprentice from an old Arthuriana WIP (and my first WIP on here as a writblr) “The Dragon and the Herald” that my writing partner and I are thinking of redoing, SO AFTER MANY YEARS, HERE SHE IS!! 

Well…this is her in book 4, since in book 1 she’s got her hair very short HAHHAHAHA  

ANYWAY SHE WANTED TO BE DRAWN SO…

Taglist for “The Dragon and the Herald” (let me know if you want to be added or removed!): @ladywithalamp @writingpotato07 (or do I tag @queerlilchinchin ??) @daltoneering @musicofglassandwords @ashara-art @planets-and-prose @desperatlytryingtowriteabook @ellatholmes @happyorogeny @theburnedoutnerd @knottreally @kirsten-is-writing​ @imthatwannabeauthor​ @athena-anna-rose​ 

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logged on after ages of being inactive, but oh my goodness!!!! Congrats Rie, I’m SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!!!!!!! How wonderful! You deserve it so much!!

IT'S TIME FOR NEWS!

because there are news!

i won a thing.

i won a writer-scholarship for my wip The Five Senses and i am still over the moon and sort of helpless with myself. but i actually did it! it was an anonymous contest and the jury decided to award my project this way by only reading the first chapter and the summary. i will get a professional book-person as my mentor who will help me develop this project and ~ teach me the ways ~ to work on my weaknesses while i also get money to have the time to actually write on this. (help i actually need to write this now)

this is, of course, no agency or publishing deal yet, but it's such a big step to me and will look good in a potential query one day (when it's done). and most importantly, it's so much reassurment and motivation to me. someone "official" likes my work. i will need weeks to truly believe it x)

especially, since it's all happening in german and writing in german again after writing so much in english for so long has been... just weird. my german writing always sounds 10 times worse to me x) so yeah! those were big news number 1! and also regarding these news:

taglist news!

i haven't uuuh updated my taglists in a while. and regarding my Big Projects (the five senses, TAP & in the land of twilight), i probably won't post that much more, unless it's news (like the above!!) of a more official kind. that is why i have decided:

no singular taglists anymore, except for A Guide to Liminal Matters and Ghastly Kinds, because that's a uhhh tumblr exclusive x) but for the ones i intend to probably publish one day, there will be only one taglist for official milestones that might be interesting to share. i will tag everyone from every taglist below, and want to kindly ask that you let me know if you want to be on the official stuff taglist, because i will just not use the singular taglists anymore. hope that works for everyone!!

also:

remember my post about wanting to read more writeblr works? yes, me too, and i still have all those tabs from your responses open. i mean it, i looked at all of them and the tabs have been there for the last half year, my computer is slowly dying because of it, so i will get to them quickly. i just didn't want to just reblog the respones but take an actual look and comment something nice, so. i will! it just takes more time than i thought it would.

taglist people below the cut, just reply/ask/dm/reblog if you want to switch over to the official stuff taglist (or be completely newly added to it) ~

@musicofglassandwords @writingwithhotchocolate @cilly-the-writer @voidcathvrsis @arvit @soul-write @uppoffringar @callmeweeeh @commasinsidequotes @4kidsopfan @tamtam-go92 @24hourauthor @aepreall @the-starlight-chills @daydreams-and-musings @fields-of-ink @fourohfourlifenotfound @eluari

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has anyone ever tried out royal road? and what has their experience been like posting there? 

#royalroad #writeblr #writeblr community #writing #stories

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Oooh I love her! I can’t wait to see her in action, because I love the contrast of her being so young, yet being so talented!

Also that excerpt was so good, her voice and personality come out so clearly!

character introduction | Cassandra

The Five Senses | protagonist of the third arc | 3rd person narrator

Cassandra, she/her, 13 years old

red curly hair, amber eyes, looks more like an 8 year old

First Inner Circle of Taste - gifted with taste

five facts: very skilled with electronics, loves to learn, wants to see the world, the Healer, quirky in and out

people in her life: her family and Circle

her role in her story: Being still far too young, Cassandra wants to fight Spieler in order to make sure that her Circle stays safe.

excerpt under the cut | 15th Chapter | Cassandra is by herself

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A Thousand Words

hey everyone, sorry I’ve been gone for so long. I’ll be catching up on tags and everything very soon! Meanwhile, I hope you like this short story! I was inspired by The Picture of Dorian Gray. I tried to write it in a thousand words but only managed to cut it down to 1062.

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They said that a picture was worth a thousand words. As always, she would laugh at their mortality, the mundane of their beliefs.

Because she breathed a truth that a picture was worth a dozen divine commands.

She positioned her brush above the canvas, breathing life into the pigments. Ruby red brushed across the canvas. Hints of gold and green were precisely shaded in. The artist paused, adjusting the empty stool before her.

Swipe after swipe of thick oil paint began to form an outline that seemed a little too crude to be imagined art. After all, art was only the illusion of a better life, of an idealized future.

The air above the stool shimmered.

A round blur appeared, followed by a stem topping the brilliant fruit. Finally, with sweat dripping down her face, she set down her instrument.

Reaching past her colorful canvas, she bit into the freshly painted apple sitting on the stool in front of her.

The taste was sweet on her tongue.

Her skill had bought her everything in life. And how she drank in the praise. With an immortal skill combined with her level head, no doors were barred to her. The wealth of the world was hers to demand, the love of whomever she pleased.

But soon, like so many others, she chose her eternal reward in a flawed, imperfect mortal.

Love had always been blind, but it had never been a disability when it came to the hours of rapture she spent in his presence. She could fell him with a smile, torture him with desire, and he would worship her for every moment.

In her darkest days, he dragged laughter out of her, his honeyed words far better than any sweet money could buy. A beautiful equilibrium balanced them between the chaos of life and the numbness of living. A love with the maturity of experience and the delight of youth.

Around her, gossip rained, awash with envy, but their words fell like such empty noise. Time was wasted listening to them when she could be listening to him.

He would raise his hand, brush it down her face, finger the gold embroidery on her bodice until she shivered. He touched her with a reverence reserved for royalty.

A few nights of passion, and the warnings began.

Her path was leading her straight to a place of darkness and demons.

And she cared not one bit, drunk on the feel of his skin on hers. If this was hell, she would burn with pleasure. Her canvases began to blanket themselves in dust, the brush falling from her hand.

One day she looked into the mirror, and found her hands smoother and softer than ever before. The calluses of a painter gone from her clever fingers.

But as his arms wrapped around her, she felt no less magic in her soul. The void of losing her art was easily and shallowly filled.

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They said that Lucifer smiled as he fell from heaven, intoxicated on the glory of the fall.

But for mortals, there was no glory to be had in losing heaven.

She came home late one evening, eagerly entering their room. The glow from her face withered slowly.

He looked up at her, eyes still glazed. The face of a young woman who had always been indistinct from the adoring crowd now burned itself into her memory, as she peeked out from under his bare chest. 

How crude she looked, face smeared with coral paints, was all the artist could think.

Words came stammering out. 

A mistake, she’d left him lonely, she couldn’t blame him. 

The artist had turned into a marble statue. Pale as snow, except for two blood red patches on her cheeks. Ignoring the abashed girl in the bed, she stalked forward. Bile burned in the back of her throat. Betrayal rang through her mind.

His fault. His choice. His feelings.

She tore her heart out as if it was nothing and tossed it away. How she would sob later. How she would scream. But anger had taken control of her, numbing all else, as she slapped him sharply across the face and fled. 

The evidence of torn lace, thin silks, and perfume made a hearty feast for her worshippers, and the rumors abounded, faster than a flock of vultures feasting on the remains of her reputation.

The house echoed with her screams of agony. Her fingers bled as she clawed at every reminder of him. Her scalp ached where she’d torn at the hair he’d caressed so lovingly. A void had ripped itself into her.

And finally she grabbed a brush.

It called to her, ghosts haunting her dreams. And she slashed her instrument like a sword across a brittle canvas. Memories blurring her vision. Tears dripping down her face, smearing paint.

Her blood on the canvas. His soul before her. 

An outline began to emerge, a head thrown back. Dark hair brushed against a pale face. A single emerald earring drowning in red.

She stepped back, breathing hard. Her heart was pounding so hard, she felt like she was about to burst. Energy coursed through her veins, yet she felt like the walking dead.

She collapsed on her bed, eyes dry, head empty. There was nothing else she needed to do. 

Forget, forget, forget. 

This was one tragedy in an all-encompassing legacy. He was a faulty color in the masterpiece in her love.

But when she closed her eyes all she could see was his face. The slight annoyance in his eyes shamelessly pointed at her. All she could hear was the sound of his voice, accusing her. The blame so evident, so clear. 

When she woke up the next morning, a servant approached cautiously, gently informing her that her lover had passed in the night. Internal bleeding had been his demise.

The artist nodded, sipping slowly at her tea. The taste was bitter as the maid left the room. Sequestered in the darkest corner of her room was the painting, her love splayed out on the floor in horrific detail, bleeding out.

A picture was worth a thousand words.

I loved you, I love you, I hate you, how could you.

You, you, you. I, I ,I.

The artist leaned back, eyes wide and focused on the heavens. Her brush lay besides her, stained with crimson red. 

#writing #writeblr #my writing #young writer #short story #fantasy

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I designed some mugs! My BFF broke her favorite library mug, and I offered to design a new one for her…and once I’d done the rainbow version, another coworker wanted her own, so I made the purple one…

They’re all in my Etsy shop, available in 11oz and 15oz sizes!

Read in Rainbow Mug | One Blue Over The Cuckoo’s Mug | Purple Prose Mug |  Well Red Mug | Yellow Book Row Mug | Green Lit Mug

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Handy guide to writing asexual characters:

1. Have them have friends! The lonely asexual story is getting really old.

2. Introverted asexuals are cool, but why not have extroverted asexuals?

3. Asexual and Aromantic are not the same thing. Try giving your character a sexless romance.

4. Or have them have sex, that’s cool too! Remember. Asexuality is the lack of sexual attraction, and does not mean the character is opposed to sex.

5. Asexuality varies. If you want your character to be a victim of sexual assault that’s fine, but don’t make this true about every asexual character. Some people don’t want sex and it has nothing to do with past sexual experiences.

6. No more sociopathic asexuals, okay?

7. Don’t paint your asexual character to be the essence of innocence. You can have your asexual swear. They can be rude, like to dance dirty, have crude humour, literally! Anything! Any! Other! Character! Can! Be!

8. Your ace character can be sex repulsed, but do not have that be the defining characteristic of your character. Give them personality.

9. Do not write an ace character just to have your protagonist *suffer* because they love them, but won’t satisfy them sexually. That’s gross.

10. If your whole point of having an asexual character is to have them meet “the one” and “cure” them of Asexuality, DO NOT WRITE AN ASEXUAL CHARACTER.

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Some trans science fiction and fantasy books. You can find my earlier recs for f/f science fiction and fantasy here and my new recs for bi and pan books here. And ace book recs are here. Oh, and queer SFF by people of color.

Also I somehow totally blanked on this while making the powerpoint, but Charlie Jane Anders’ stuff should be in the last slide. Her two books are CITY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT and ALL THE BIRDS IN THE SKY. I’ll link to some of her short stories below the cut.

The queer SFF database’s tag for trans books is here. There’s more than I included in the rec post, so go knock yourself out!

I included the author identities because I figured people would want to know if the book was own voices. Disclaimer that gender is a weird nebulous thing and life isn’t easy or straightforward, so depending on when you’re reading this post (I’m writing 8/2/19), some of the authors I listed as cis might have had gender realizations. I literally saw this on Twitter this morning with one of the “more trans SFF” books, so figured it was worth saying. 

Below the text cut you’ll find the titles and authors, links to my queer SFF database (which includes links to trans reviewers and content warnings), and some of my favorite SFF short stories by trans people.

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Here’s my moodboard for @silentstarskies‘s The Delta Archives!!

Rayne and Jaimee are on the run after basically upending not one, but two governments. They find themselves at DELTA, an island with questionable beings and even more mysterious, oddly gifted inhabitants who definitely don’t have their best interests in mind. 

It has so many amazing themes, espionage, found family, and morally gray characters! The writing is amazing, so please check out this great WIP!

#the delta archives #moodboard #writeblr #writing

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Oh my goodness, I love this! His comparisons are beautiful!

Character Intro

Full Name | Malachi ‘Kit’ Vhan

Age |  22

Danger Level | Enhanced - fire manipulation

Malachi is the torn pages of a book, the nervous glances at a stranger, the glass before it breaks, the ash after a fire, the locked door, and a bomb waiting to blow. No one quite knows how to classify the agent - a scientist that is never in the science department, the friend who is never around, a man who doesn’t know how to survive. Katelyn prefers him over all the other agents, and they never talk out in the open…

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Ughhh, this is so good! The little details and the wording is amazing!

WH: Excerpt

Rayne barked a laugh at Shay’s off-hand joke, tossing her stick back into the bonfire that surged higher against the never-ending black sky. A warm wash of heat gently swept against her, her heart mirroring the beat of the flames. The sweet smell of evergreen leaves and ash seemed to make the trawling through dark caverns and avoiding enemy agents worth it.

Shay smiled, leaning back on the hardy oak tree that he had claimed, much to Jaimee’s annoyance; her partner had always loved climbing higher and higher amongst the leaves until she could touch the stars. Jaimee was off sitting at the lake, cooling down with Teagan. They deserved the rest. 

Shay touched his locket gently. “Had a good day?”

“Ha. Maybe.” Shay’s wheat-brown eyes flickered. “I suppose. I thought I would hate this island, but…” Rayne glanced at the fire, “I don’t. It’s a paradise.”

The pilot nodded, but something in his demeanour changed. “Rayne, listen. The island-”

A voice roared through the undergrowth, accompanied by a loud thud and the deadly sizzle of raw lightning. 

Rayne was on her feet before she fully registered what was happening, Shay springing up behind her. She swiped her daggers from the tree stump, tossing him his rifle. Rayne thudded through the clearing, desperately crashing through the trees and vines that barred her way as she barreled towards where the voices came from. The lake. Something happened. Please, not Jaimee, please no-

There were three figures standing at the water’s edge. Two, physically standing; the other lying on the ground, the other curled up and jerking as little bolts of white electricity fizzled over her. Rayne’s heart stopped as she noticed the blood colouring the water scarlet, the areas devoid of gravel and scuffed with boot marks, the person clutching the throat of Jaimee. 

Their golden eyes glistened in the moonlight, the sort that held nothing but malice and quiet, deadly rage. Their hand was holding a knife (oh god please no-), fingers coloured red from the small slash across Jaimee’s throat. It was like Rayne was frozen - not with fear, not with the terror that she expected to be running through her veins - with rage that ended with lethal calm. 

The stranger was a male; slender yet muscular, golden eyes almost glowing, with raven-black hair. Apart from the knife, no weapons seemed to be on him.

Jaimee’s grey eyes were focused on her attacker, fingers twitching for the gun at her belt. Rayne wanted to scream. Don’t, but kept her mouth shut. The male smiled and tightened his grip on Jaimee’s throat, blood pulsing from the wound. Jaimee gaped for breath.

The man kept staring at her with unending patience, their gaze not moving an inch as Shay shot towards the person lying on the gravel. Or the woman he was currently suffocating.

Teagan. She had forgotten that Jaimee had been accompanied by the medic. You forget them all, eventually, the voice whispered. When they’re dead and floating in the sea. The memory of her latest vision tugged at her mind like hooks. 

“Let them go,” she growled, grabbing hold of her anger, funnelling down into the dark crevice of her soul. “Or I will shoot you before you can move an inch.”

He tilted their head and a low groan came from Teagan and Shay.

The medic thrashed as though chains were shackled to her limbs, kicking out at some invisible foe. This time, there was no lightning, but it just made it all the more horrifying. A small droplet of blood slipped from her nostril onto the ground, eliciting a wry smile from the male. Rayne couldn’t move as Shay was thrown back metres into the water, mouth moving but no sound coming out, the sea water crashing into him again and again - with more force that was usual for a land-bound lake. 

The first official encounter with the Phoenixes…the one problem is, no one knows what they can even do. 

@quilloftheclouds thought you might find this interesting! 

If anyone would like to be added to the taglist, please let me know

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One Sentence Premise Tag

Thanks for the tag, @imsorry-idontcare!

Rules: Summarize your WIPs in one sentence!

This is EXCELLENT because I have recently birthed two new WIPs, and they are a handful to write...

The Vanished Kingdom -  Seven teenagers that range from bored to tired to verging on sadistic, rebel against a government that they created with powers that even the mightiest god cannot contain. 

City of Shards - A ragtag found family do their best to survive during the conception of a war and pry up ancient secrets along the way, and they also have a dragon. 

???title pending - A girl who can see ghosts in her dreams finds her fate bound up with a boy who toys with the future and needs a haircut.

Lifelost - A college student is trying to live, but there’s a gaping hole in her, missing someone, and without him she can’t be grounded. 

tagging @stories-by-rie, @joyful-soul-collector @raevenlywrites @onthewingsofwords

#one sentence premise tag #tag game #writeblr #writeblr community #writing

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get to know the writer tag!

Thanks to @fictional-semantics for the tag!

favorite color: blue

last song i listened to: Fire by BTS (i’m complete trash I know)

favorite musicians: BTS, SuperM, Halsey, Lauv

last film i watched: Five Feet Apart(oh, how I wish I hadn’t spoiled it for myself by watching clips of it on YT)

last tv show i watched: ATLA (cries) and the UMBRELLA ACADEMY(cries more)

sweet, savory or spicy: I have a crippling sweet tooth

bubbly water, tea, or coffee: tea, I suppose. bubbly water is painful to ingest. 

pets: none

Tagging: @onthewingsofwords @esoteric-eclectic-eccentric @shattered-starrs

Feel free to pass this by!

#get to know the writer tag #tag game #writeblr #writeblr community #writing

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this or that tag

Thanks for the tag @fictional-semantics!

rules: bold those that apply

hardcover or paperback / rent or buy / reads in silence or reads with music / standalone or series / annotations or pristine pages / ebook or physical copy / dog ears or bookmarks / mismatched series or complete set / cover matters or you don’t judge / lend books or keep them to yourself / enjoys lit classes or despises them / browses shops or orders online / reads reviews or goes in blind(i read reviews afterwards to see if anybody is vibing with me) / unreturned books or clean library record / rereads or once was enough/ fanfic enthusiast or a stickler for canon(unless there’s a HC that I feel VERY strongly about) / deep reader or easily distracted / must read the book before seeing the movie or order doesn’t matter / neat bookshelves or messy bookshelves / skips ahead or resists temptation / reads aloud or in your head / guesses plot twists or never sees them coming

many of these have been decided because of how cheap I am 0_0

tagging: @stories-by-rie @onthewingsofwords @kosmosian-quills

#this or that tag #tag game #writeblr #writeblr community #writing

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tag game

Thanks for the tag @surroundedbypearls!

Name: Rain

Cats or Dogs: KITTENS

Sexuality: ????

Current Time: 9:43 p.m.

Reason for URL: I wanted something related to writing and ragingly aesthetic. Now, I kinda dislike it(why did I put GLASS into my url), but I don't have the energy to change it...

Favourite Animal: I’m not really an animal people, to be honest, I’m not really a people person either. But I do really like bunnies!!

Tagging: @tracle0 @meanderiing @klywrites

Feel free to pass this by!

#tag game #writeblr #writeblr community #writing

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Find your match

Thanks for the tag: @stories-by-rie @enchanted-lightning-aes @sunlight-and-starskies @dowings @stuffaboutwriting

I got the dreamer!

If that means constantly daydreaming and not paying attention to my surroundings, then that pretty much hits the nail on the head for me. 

*sorry, i lost the link to the quiz somewhere

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I LOVE THESE SLICE OF LIFE BITS SO MUCH!!!!!!!!

Three mini-stories

I was bored and browsing though prompts on the internet, here’s what I di with some of the prompts I found. do these count as drabbles?

Enjoy some of the Core Five’s shenanigans!

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