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We're Not Quite Sure Yet
The adventures of a very confused Ignatius
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A starless night,
drenched in shadow.
Thoughts not your own
drifting on the breeze.
Terrible, horrifying,
an awful sight
a darker patch of shadow
against the night.
The perfect predator
unheard and unseen
tracking the sounds of your soul,
drifting on the breeze.
You can run far,
you can run fast, but
DO NOT stray off
the beaten path.
One step out of place and
the feast is begun.
We are her meal now,
nowhere left to run.
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Guess who
The creak of iron and wood is a constant companion to the misery of the man who is not a man at all in chains on the floor. Power floods through him constantly, slipping through his fingers, ripping from him as fast as he absorbs it. The containment circle surrounding him thrums with echoes of it, the inlaid silver hot to the touch. It is the only warm thing in the room.
For a realm where the suns never set, it is so very cold, thinks the one in chains.
The child across from him fairs little better, face set in agony as they are forced to be a conduit, relaying the energy to Ancients know what. A woman in golden robes watches on, drawing and adjusting runes on the walls and floor as the transfer goes on.
And on.
And on.
“It is done,” mutters a voice some hours later. The chained one lifts his eyes to see another similarly robed man has entered his prison. The woman nods, erasing a rune close to her, and the child collapses to the ground, limp and seemingly drained. Magic wells up within the man who is not once more, no outlet to be found. Stolen, trapped, and utterly useless without a compatible conduit.
The robed ones haul the child out, head lolling, eyelids fluttering, red hair matted, and dark skin beaded with sweat in the freezing air.
One day, this will end, he promises as the door is shut, leaving him in the alone in the glow of runes and lamplight. The small flame flickers in the reflection of otherworldly blue eyes. One day, when I am free.
The man who is not a man leans back against the barrier of will the circle provides, pondering how he will keep his vow.
#i can't bring myself to draw#please accept this instead#poor baby ignatius#my writing#my ocs#drabbles#inktober#but not quite
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For days 3 and 4 I wanted to do kind of a mirror effect for Wraith, so behold my slow progress!
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It's only day two and I'm already runing behind :(
Prompt of the day was pumpkin!
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Inktober day one: Hat! We have Ignatius wearing his festive Hallows eve hat!
Our list is curtusy of @witchyspacekin and their witchyinktober
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♡ OC ask meme ♡
–answer these however you like! some parts have multiple questions, you don’t have to answer them all. you can answer for one OC or many, or askers can ask about a specific OC. approach them however you like. you can use these for character development exercises too. just have fun with it!–
#squad: who’s friends with who? what are the squad dynamics like?
microscope: zoom in – describe the little, insignificant details about an OC.
fragrance: what do your OCs smell like?
photo album: describe one of your OCs’ favorite memories.
mixtape: 5 songs that describe your OC(s) or songs they themselves would like.
wardrobe: what’s your OC(s) style like?
lightning: who’s the most impulsive character? and who is their impulse control?
ufo: identity! what are some key identifying qualities or traits of your OC(s)? how to they identify in regards to gender/sexuality?
love note: who likes who? crushes? relationships? are they mutual or unrequited?
poison: vices/bad habits? what are they? how do they affect your OC?
compass: who’s the moral compass? in general: what are your OCs’ morality like? do they have high morals, or not? are their morals self imposed, or do they base their morals on religion/family/influence of others?
track & field: which (if any) of your OCs are athletic? what sports to they play? which of your OCs would go HARD in P.E.?
parachute: who does your OC(s) trust the most? who makes them feel safe? who would they do absolutely anything for?
conspiracy theory: what are your OC’s beliefs? are they skeptics or do they believe easily? who acts on blind faith? who needs to see to believe?
zodiac: what’s their sign? does it influence their personality? do they care about astrology?
spellbook: are any of your OC(s) supernatural? if so, what are they/what are their abilities?
contact: how does your OC(s) feel about touch/physical contact? are they affectionate? if so, how do they display affection to others?
interiors: describe your OC(s) bedroom/home/or a place they consider “theirs”. what’s in it? do certain items have a special significance to your OC?
hobby: what do they love? what captivates them? what are their passions?
psyche: what’s their head space like? do they have any mental illnesses? how do they process difficult or emotional situations? what are their coping mechanisms?
chess board: who is the most logical? or the schemer/planner?
shooting star: if your OC(s) could have one wish what would it be?
wild card: talk about any OC! anything you want!
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Heard some important information on Twitter today, and thought I’d post it here for anyone who may not have heard it. This is actually a thing, devised by human rights organisation called Karma Nirvana.
Reblog to save a life?
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Please send us some!
Dialogue Prompts
please send me a number (or multiple numbers) in my ask!
kind of a compilation of a bunch of different lists ive seen but only the ones i liked
“Can you please stop coming in through the windows? You keep scaring the hell out of me.”
“I’m not really sure what you’re doing is legal, so how about don’t do that.”
“Hey, I kind of just moved in? The walls are pretty thin, and I heard muffled screams coming from your place, are you goof?”
“Wow, so this is what you’ve been hiding? Honestly… I’m not that surprised.”
“You know, for a genius, you’re kind of a dumbass.”
“You just got stabbed and you want to know if I’m okay?!”
“Did… Did you just get yourself stuck to the ceiling?”
“Holy shit, you’re freezing! C’mon, let’s go get you warmed up.”
“I thought you… of all people, would understand why I do this.”
“You are so good. How could it be anyone else?”
“You’re still my favorite person. Even if you are part spider and wear spandex.”
“Then I’ll wait until you’re ready. For you, I’d wait forever and then some.”
“You deserve all things that are good, and I won’t stop reminding you of that.”
“Your hands are always so cold.”
“I really like the way the light hits you and makes all of the gold in your eyes explode. It’s like looking at the sun.”
“Don’t move! Wow, you look so pretty in this light, I can’t miss the opportunity.”
“I know your a boy and boys aren’t supposed to be pretty, but damn, are you a pretty boy.”
“Every time I see you, you have a new bruise on your body. You’re either the world’s clumsiest person, or you’re in some kind of trouble.”
“Asking for help doesn’t mean you’re weak. It means you’re strong enough to realize when you can’t do it alone.”
“Please, I don’t want to lose you.”
“You mean everything to me.”
“I don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to be doing it.”
“No! You can’t just web it the fuck up and expect it to stop!”
“I’m really sorry, but I just killed a spider.”
“You know, that color really brings out the happiness in your eyes. You should wear it more often.”
“Am I not good enough for you?”
“Do you believe in true love?”
“I’m only good at three things: making ridiculous science puns, laughing at inappropriate times, and making some bomb ass snickerdoodles. None of them will help with this.”
“At least I’ll have a pretty wicked scar if I survive.”
“Oh, absolutely not. I can’t do this without you.”
“I need a place to stay, and your arms were the first thing I thought of.”
“I immediately regret my decision.”
“I am not being dramatic. I’m being practical.”
“Please don’t go. I don’t want to be alone right now.”
“I need your help. I had nowhere else to go.”
“No. No, you don’t get to apologize. Never, ever apologize for something like that, you got it? Now come here.”
“You could have died! I could have lost you!”
“I’m not angry at you. I never could be. I’m angry that your life has been on the line so many times and you’ve been hurt so much and I’m angry that you had to go through it alone.”
“Stop hiding from me. I just want to help you, can’t you see that?”
“Would you just shut up and listen to me for two goddamn seconds?!”
“You should probably close the door.”
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
“I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not.”
“I told you to take care of it - not stick it to the fucking ceiling!”
“Okay… It’s not - no, it’s exactly what it looks like. Shit.”
“You can fall apart if you want to.”
“You’re such a fucking dork. It’s adorable.”
“Holy muscles.”
“Think you have enough there, Sticky?”
“I don’t think forever will be long enough. Our time together will always be too short.”
“I love your freckles.”
“Do you ever wish you weren’t who you are?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
“Pinky swear?”
“Hey! Swinging with another person isn’t as easy as it seems, okay?!”
“God, stop doing that.”
“You know my house has a door, right? You don’t always have to come in through the window.”
“Are you trying to seduce me?”
“I’m not sure when it happened, but I fell in love with you, and it was the best thing I’ve ever done.”
“I’m in love with you!”
“What in the world did I do to deserve someone as amazing as you?”
“Say that again.”
“I’ll pay you to hit me with a car.”
“You knocked on my window at three in the morning to cuddle?”
“I think I forgot how to breathe.”
“Is this okay?”
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that.”
“You’ve got to stop doing that.”
“I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“I trust you. Wholeheartedly.”
“Just shut up and kiss me already!”
“You did all of this… for me?”
“Please.”
“Trust me.”
“Do that again.”
“Um… Somebody broke that.”
“Ow-Hey! Stop hitting me!”
“I’m just going to walk away and pretend I didn’t just see that.”
“Make me.”
“Are you jealous?”
“What am I going to do with you?”
“Will you be quiet?!”
“Can I kiss you?”
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My phone’s camera accidently started doing a vertical panorama. Decided to give it a go and got this really cool pic!
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This! This is what we meant!
people dont give you the respect you deserve when you’re about a foot tall
(please don’t tag as ‘me’ or similar)
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I have like, no inspiration, so here’s some garbage
“Wait. So you’re telling me not a single one of you have ever seen it?” Victor is the perfect picture of shock, coffee shoved away in horror as he stares at his friends. Farren and DuMourne shrug, Wraith just chuckles, waving a hand in front of her face.
“I haven’t seen anything,” she giggles.
“I hate you sometimes.”
“That’s okay, I hate me too.”
Victor rolls his eyes, unable to contain his laughter. “But seriously, guys, how could all three of you manage to never experience the beauty that is Star Wars! Iggy,” Victor calls out as Ignatius enters the kitchen, “Please, please, please help me educate these heathens about the greatest movie of all time.”
“Which are...”
“Star Wars dude! Come on man, I need backup here!”
“What the hell is Star Wars,” Ignatius asks, plopping himself down in the stool at the far end of the table.
Victor gapes at the four of them, eyes dimming as he shakes his head. “I can’t believe this,” he whispers. “I can’t even right now. Actually, no, I’m not going to even right now,” his voice rising with every word. “Everybody, to the TV room,” he screeches, slamming his hands on the tabletop.
“Are we really---” Farren begins.
“No questions! Only action,” Victor interrupts, finger pointing menacingly down at his friend.
Farren raises his hands in mock defeat, getting up to lead the train of five through the house.
Six movies, eight bowls of popcorn, and a pillow war later, the sun begins to rise. Ignatius stares at the screen in awe, worship in his eyes as he exclaims, “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed in my life!”
“Right!” Victor grasps Ignatius’ wrists, “The epic tale of war and family and love and duty and...” he pants, shaking little Ignatius, “it’s just so much and I love it!”
They look to Farren and DuMourne, wrapped in their blanket cocoons, “So what did you guys think?”
The two share a look before saying in unison, “Eh.”
It sparks an argument of unheard proportion, both sides-- mainly Victor and Ignatius-- attacking each other for their ‘wrong’ opinions. Many a pillow is thrown.
Wraith laughs quietly from her seat by the window, amused by their antics.
“It wasn’t so bad,” she chuckles, getting up and maneuvering her way to the kitchen, making coffee for her group of beloved idiots.
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I'm sure this happens..... at some point
Ignatius: I am death! I am destruction! Fear me!!!!!!
Wraith: You are literally the youngest one in the group. Your voice is still cracking.
Ignatius: Fear me fool!!! *flails*
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"Can you fill my chalice? There aren't enough tears in it. "
-Dumourne, to Ignatius while training
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We are sorry!
Between moving, health problems, and straight up laziness, we haven’t been around much. I’m hoping to start putting out content again soon though!
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Picture this
Wyverns, big scary not quite dragon element breathing monsters!!!!!!!
......But small dog sized
#I'm thinking they're like the annoying pests no one can get rid of#like#these little dudes are everywhere#And no one knows how they get there#They're just the biggest nuisance#also the most popular pet#if you're into the whole fire breathing nonsense
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I'm looking back on that thing I wrote yesterday, and damn. What tense am I trying to write in, cause I sure as hell don't know
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