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Darius + Words of Affirmation 💕🗣

Since this ask I received where I talked about Laila and Darius' love languages got me thinking about how words of affirmation is very clearly Darius' I decided to go back and pull out some receipts for example:

When The Stars Alight:

“Are you alright?”  How strange to be on the receiving end of such unburdened empathy, no terms or conditions necessary, no dangling strings. Just a gentle touch on the shoulder and a crease of concern on her forehead and Darius wanted to melt within it.

-

“That is too cruel for me to accept,” Laila said, “living one’s life eternally shadowed by an oppressor isn’t a life worth living to me at all. What is the use of having forever if not to use that time to access higher planes of joy? Tranquility?” She came to rest her hand against his cheek. “Love?” Darius swallowed thickly, caught in the deep haze provided by her stare. He was to be a deep-rooted glacier of direction and purpose. Frozen, deadlocked. But she was the equator striking through him, matching his ice with her fire and it’s too much, too hot, the scorching white heat of her tongue. He steeled himself against the impulse to step back.

-

“The Citadel is my home, Laila, no one here knows how to breach it better than I do.” He took her wrists and lowered her hands from his face. “It has to be me.” “And what if Lanius kills you?” Strange it was to be wanted like this, worried over, when he had only known what it meant to be aflame with his own desire. He almost couldn’t believe it; had never dared to hope that she might look upon him as anything more than a beast to take into her bed. And yet.

-

He closed his eyes, all the wound tension in his body softening as he pulled her close. It would be so easy for him to lose himself in this for how badly he wanted it; wanted her to show him that she cared for him like this. “Come back to me,” she said softly, digging her fingers into the lapels of his coat as though that alone was enough to keep him near. “Do whatever you have to.”

-

“I’ve been looking for an excuse to get near you all night,” Darius murmured Mortesian low in her ear, “you are very high in demand.” “I know,” Laila said. “I’ve been wanting to ask how it is that you were doing?” “I’m as well as can be expected,” he replied, “though I feel immensely better now that I’m holding you.” 

-

“Léandre and I used to come here all the time during hiking. He always told me I should bring someone here myself one day. Someone special.” Her words rammed through him like a blade. How effortlessly she wielded that sterling silver tongue like a sword against his hardened black carapace. Slicing through him, flaying him of his impenetrable scales.

-

“It’s okay,” she said, pressing her lips to his bicep. “I’m just glad you’re here with me now.”  Darius swallowed, snuffing the sudden desire that perhaps, just possibly, she meant it, truly meant it in the way he desired her to. That she had sought the ghost of his company outside her most carnal fantasies as he had done her. But he knew better now.

-

“I want you,” she said, running her hands slowly down his chest, “I need you.” Though he fought against it, hearing her say she needed him was the crippling blow. He made a strained sound, as though wounded from it, and she seized his weakness.

We Will Devour The Night:

“How may I help you, Your Radiance?” Laila frowned somewhat at his propriety. “I wanted to thank you for the support you showed me at the meeting today. It meant a lot to have you on my side.” She paused, before deciding to add, “I much prefer it when you and I are working in tandem.” His cold veneer thawed, somewhat. “I much prefer having you on my side too.”

-

Laila looked down at him, eyes clouded with desire. “I want you again,” she said, surprising them both. “I haven’t thought of anything else.” The words made him throb with longing and for a moment he debated whether he was in a dream. “You have me.”

-

“What did you just say?” he asked, his voice a frail whisper. “I said that I’m in love with you, Darius,” Laila repeated, bolder now. Amazing how much easier it grew each time she said. “Darius, I love you—” His mouth collided against hers urgently, swallowing the words from her lips. He kissed her with such a yearning that she didn’t realise he’d been suppressing and, gods, but she never truly realised before now just what it was she did to him. The taste of the sweet wine from his mouth stained her own before he had his hands in her hair and pulled her to him. “Say that again,” he murmured against her lips.

-

“This is Mortos, Laila. Reliance on others sounds an excellent way to get oneself killed.” He stifled a noise when she touched a particularly tender spot. “Each member of my Eyrie has its utility, I can guarantee you that. But do I trust them? No more than a tiger in its cage.” “Sounds lonely.” Laila frowned, pressing deeper into the stubborn knot along his spine. “I didn’t realise you’d been lonely for so long.”  “No one has ever… been interested like that before.” 

-

“If you want, I don’t have to come in with you,” he said, when the desperation to say something could no longer be withheld. “I could just as easily have the driver escort me to the embassy.” “No.” She seized his hand forcefully and interlocked their fingers. “I want you here with me.” Having it confirmed caused his chest to lift, but the nearing of the gates made him waver.

-

“That’s what I keep trying to tell you. It’s…” She bit down on her lip. “What I’m trying to say is that…” Darius paused, his breath suspending. “I’ve decided that I might… keep it. And you.” She moistened her lips. “If that’s alright?” He moved in quickly to kiss her, causing any words she might have uttered next to become stuck in her throat. Laila made a soft whimper as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him that much closer.

#The line and the context of ''Say that again'' obliterated me.

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CLAIMS TO BE LOYAL TO THE END. BITES THE HAND ANYWAY.

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A new writeblr intro to celebrate me ACTUALLY creating WIP intro posts...

A Little About Me...

31 years old | academic interest in esotericism, magic, true crime, and all things strange and unusual | writer of horror, sci-fi, and urban fantasy | anime weeb | should probably read more

Some of My Favorite Books:

Dark Tower Series (Drawing of Three and Wastelands specifically) | Hope by Glen Duncan | Smoke Gets in Your Eyes by Caitlin Doughty

Some of My Favorite Shows:

NBC's Hannibal | Arcane | Evangelion | Haunting of Hill House | Mind Hunter | Fullmetal Alchemist | The Big O | Haruhi Suzumiya

Current Works in Progress

Genre: Dystopian Urban Fantasy | Cosmic Horror Comp Titles: Arcane (searching for others) Featuring: post-apocalyptic rebuild • awakening cosmic horrors • powers beyond human comprehension • psychic abilities • genetically enhanced humans • weird science • tech magic • political power struggles • morally grey characters • Lovecraftian madness FULL WIP INTRO HERE

Genre: Cosmic Horror | Psychological Horror Comp Titles: Featuring: climate change • worldwide pandemic • dying world • weird science • deep ocean exploration • claustrophobic horror • psychic abilities • awakening cosmic horrors • shady for-profit organizations • top-secret government contracts • the turning of some cosmic screw FULL WIP INTRO HERE

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Original Content and Lists

Tag Games

Ask/Tag Game List | Science Fiction Trope Tag |

Inspiration & Writing Resources

Science Fiction

Long-Term Nuclear Waste Warnings |

#BOOST #CONSISTENTLY THE BEST SHIT FOR REAL!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Kingdom of Appearence? Kingdom of Thoughts? Pls tell me more 👀

@writingonesdreams

Hehe, here we go then, thanks @writingonesdreams for your interest always! 💙 (also tagging @jacquessayshello because she was interested in this too)

LITTLE BACKSTORY It's funny, because this story idea was my first attempt to do something fairytale-esque, fantasy thing as still a baby writer. It's at least three or more years old lol. There are pretty vague stuff about them, because I never get to work them out. But I'll try to write about everything I remember. The whole idea came from Barns Courtney's Glitter & Gold song and that I got into Carl Jung and the archetypes in storytelling. To sum up the story, it was about a girl, who discovers this secret Valley with seven kingdoms and in every kingdom, there is a very flawed king; based on what's their archetype's weakness and desire.

This one was where the king got The Jester archetype. The concept was that, the kingdoms would fully represent the king's flaws, so this one seems like the most joyous, happy and beautiful place, but in reality, everything is swallow and fake. This kingdom is basically poor, because the king always spent all the fortune on making everything look nice, even though there was no actual value in most of it or to make pricey festivals etc. He wants to live in the moment, but because of his overdoing in this, he and his kingdom has no future basically. He doesn't think upon things.

This place is the complete opposite of the above. Which is why it's very fun that you chose these two, hehe. This palce's king was The Magician. A tough, cold person, who wanted to create order from the chaos and bend the world to his will. But at least his kingdom. And he did. This palce could be the textbook description of order. There's not a hint of creativity or mess or anything like that here. They also almost the only kingdom that has a working military or a military at all. But, this isn't make people happy in this place as you may guessed, though. I actually played with the idea that people need to literally bottle their emotions here to stay logical and ordered. So, they might have like emotion keeper chambers with full of bottled emotions and there would be a holiday that literally just one they when people could choose one emotion they want to have back for a short while. Or when it's their birthday. Or they need to ask permission from the king to have back some. I don't know, it was a very vague thing. But yeah, the king here would be a hubris, cold man, with all of his emotions bottled, even though most of the folk only bottle one or two emotions that would distract them to keep the order. Something like that.

#Holy shit the idea of LITERALLY bottling emotions seems like such a cool concept!!!!! #ALSO THE VIBES OF THESE PLACES AHHHHHH #I freaking love your worldbuilding #My beloved

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Hello Jess and happy STS! Today I'm asking a question about editing: Once you're done with a first draft, what's your editing process (timeline, software, other writer/reader feedback, etc.)?

Ahhhhh hello!!!!!! Thank you so much for the ask!!! You always ask such good questions!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

So probably my number one vice in writing is that I edit as I write DESPITE MY BEST INTENTIONS NOT TO!! At best, I'll write a few paragraphs or even pages, and then when I feel like the creativity runs out, I'll edit it to death. I tell myself that I'm just rereading to get a "running start" on the next part to write, but I just end up obsessing over the wording or what characters should say. It slows down my writing process massively and I'm trying to break the habit.

The "good" part of that, is when I finish a draft, the editing process goes pretty quickly since I guess any super egregious mistake early on! I'll take a break for a least a day, if not more, and then go back to the completed piece, make any revisions, and then I typically show my work to a beta reader (typically my sister lol, especially if it is a piece that she liked the idea of, or if it's fic from a fandom she also loves). After I get notes from her, I'll do last rounds of edits, then publish if that was my ultimate intention for the piece (most of my stuff I just keep on a private writing blog. Writing is mostly a hobby for me; I want to get better at it for my own happiness, though a fully published novel is definitely a dream!). :D

Currently I use Google Docs purely because it's easy to access on my laptop, PC, and (if I randomly get inspo in the middle of the night), my phone. I definitely want to try something new in the future, but for now, it's what I use even if the formatting gets really weird at times.

#storyteller saturday #I GO BACK TO WORK NEXT WEEK AND I'M /STRESSIN'/ SO I APOLOGIZE FOR BEING SUPER INCONSISTENT!!! #Once I get back into my school year rhythm I want to be on here more consistently because writing and writeblr is my ultimate de-stresser

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#THIS HAS BEEN ME FOR LIKE A MONTH NOW I HATE IT SO MUCH #AHHHHHHH

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Side Stories and Excerpts

I wanted to gather these all in one place so I can keep track of them. I’ll be adding a link to my pinned post for easy access. Enjoy!

Beyond the Darkness & Nightshade

I’m open to hearing your suggestions: in which Lucan and Kaori are trapped together

Hurting people hurt others: in which Kaori realizes her father doesn’t want her anymore

Shark Week: in which Nolan is a guest host during Shark Week and one caller knows just how to push his buttons

Blood Loss: in which Nix has been stabbed and poisoned by Kaori, but must get back to base to give the others a warning.

Nightmares: in which Nix has a nightmare about being trapped in a cave

Used as an experiment: in which Thea is experimented on in the Military research facility

I dreamt you were alive: in which Gram reminisces about Aly

He wasn’t a child anymore: in which Lucan decides to become a researcher for the Military

They don’t want me around: in which Nix wishes Kaori would tell him how she feels

In a world without peace: in which we get a glimpse into the Syndicate’s past as Ryu reads a journal entry from the organization’s early days.

Don’t Disappoint Me: in which we see what family time with the Suohs is like

Don’t Dissapoint Me II: in which Kaori learns about Ren’s capture and risks her fathers anger so she can voice her plan to rescue him.

Treating Nix’s Injury: in which Thea and Kai treat Nix’s injury after Kaori poison stabs him

That’s good enough for me: in which Nix and Kai have a bonding moment

Merpeople and Space Angels

The merman and the angel: in which Finn sees Ambriel for the first time

Head Injury: in which Rip tries to kill Ambriel

Mermaze: in which Ambriel visits Finn’s home for the first time and learns something shocking

Finn and the crabs: in which Finn is bored in class and plays with crabs

Misc

Outlaw AU: in a Robin-Hood-like AU, Thea uses wind magic to fight against Nix’s shadow magic

OC Associations: in which I attempt to write some poetry about my OCs

Coffee Shop AU: in which Nix meets Kaori in Gram’s coffee shop

#AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! #To read

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They’re a 10, but… Tag Game!

Thanks to @whimsyqueen, @paradisiacalshroud, and whoever else has tagged me for this game in the last few weeks. 😂 I've been wanting to do it but have been otherwise consumed.

Here we gooooo! Doing this for the Second Serpent crew.

Rules: list your OCs as “tens but” giving us a not at all comprehensive view of their characters.

Seung Kim is a ten, but she has enough baggage to weigh down at least three elephants.

Ehren Schmidt is a ten, but he always makes you decide on where to go for dinner. "I'm not picky," he says. Sheesh.

Egon Schmidt is a ten, but you'll never beat him at arm wrestling. He won't even give you a pity win. Then he'll rub it in your face.

Eckehart Schmidt is a ten, but he rants about jazz composition and wax philosophical whenever he gets drunk.

Martin Hightower is a ten, but he has everything dry-cleaned. EVERYTHING.

Dimitri Sokolov is a ten, but he always gives you the most judgemental side-eye whenever you set down a cold drink without a coaster.

Rowan Faraday is a ten, but she'll drunk call you at 3 AM on a Wednesday demanding McDonalds be brought to her immediately.

Franklin Belks is a ten, but always has at least one complaint about every movie you see together.

Lavanya Bhakti is a ten, but she talks about death, like, a lot.

Rhen is a ten, but she's a space cadet and will absolutely forget the names of all of your friends.

Antoni Nowak is a ten, but he has a very disturbing book collection.

Kainnon is a ten, but you'll have to carry every conversation you have. This boy ain't exactly, uhm, vocal.

Dick Soloman is a ten, but he's a workaholic and insists that you never, ever step foot in his basement office. (Omg run away while you still can.)

EDIT: I almost forgot to tag! No pressure to @flowerprose, @athenixrose, @dgwriteblr, @jess-p-edits, and @thethistlegirl.

#AHAHAHAHA I LOVE THESE #Omg Belks is /THAT/ guy while watching movies lmao

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AHHHHH this is so cute!!!! I love "seeing" you and everyone else!!!!!! 💕💕💕💕

tag game description:  “kinda curious what my moots actually look like, make a picrew of yourself, and add it in a reblog!”

(that post was getting long so I just made a new one lol 🙈)

Tagged by @jessica-writes22

picrew used:  aloha sushicore

This made me (lowkey hella) curious what you guys look like. Though, I know face reveals™️ are awful and anxiety-inducing, so no pressure!! Because same lol. But doing it through Picrews is so endearing and cute and sweet so,,,, first face reveal 😂// hopefully it helps someone feel more comfy! 👀❤️✨

Tagging my moots (but no pressure of course, I also just wanna say hi) 😁 @the-void-writes @writingonesdreams @catharticallysarcastic @aninkwellofnectar @circa-specturgia @jess-p-edits @tryingtimi @writerfae @muddshadow @magefaery @avrablake

#Accurate because I love hoodies no matter the season and I like wearing green. #My glasses have slightly thicker frames and are actually black. #And I actually do have a freckle exactly there!!!! It's a way to cheat to tell me and my identical twin apart. #Also always drinking coffee.

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"Ten's But" Tag Game

Rules: List your ocs as "tens but" to give us a not at all comprehensive scope of their characters.

Thanks for the tag @the-void-writes This is a wonderful excuse for a character study!!!

Tagging: @writingonesdreams @circa-specturgia @jess-p-edits @tryingtimi @writerfae @inkingfireplace @jessica-writes22 @catharticallysarcastic @kashacreates @avrablake @muddshadow @cherrybombfangirlwrites

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Princess Astrea: She's a ten, but she has trust issues will beat the shit out of you if you cross her.

Pirate Elijah: He's a ten, but he'll flirt with any pretty little thing.

Antor: He's a ten, but he's apparently a mysterious dilf.

Will: He's a ten, but... his self esteem was beat out of him as a child.

Daughter- Heir Elayna: She's a ten, but would sooner share oxygen with a book than with you.

Royal Guard Vera: She's a ten, but she has the hots for serving Elayna ✨however✨ she can.

Prince Louis: He's a ten, but the only thoughts in his head are "men...🥴 or.. women..?😳. Men,, ANND Women??!! both,.,. together!!??🤯"

King Ezekiel: he's a ten, but would go swimming in a lava field completely naked.

Queen Edrei: she's a ten, but would slap you unconscious if you did something stupid (even if you were already bleeding out). [She has done this to Antor]

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~new characters~

Corrupt Magic Researcher Damian: he's a ten, but he'd sooner sacrifice his children for his corrupt magic research than love them.

Pyrian Heir Aleksander: he's a ten, but can manipulate you into believing your greatest fears are your greatest desires.

#I LOVE THIS FORMAT FOR GETTING TO KNOW CHARACTES #ALSO I AM ALWAYS HERE FOR DILF ANTOR FHSFHSFLSDF

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If you've been waiting to read Sheridan Bell and the Vanishing Beast, the story is now COMPLETE! (and free to read). If you like fantasy or detective fiction, check it out!

Has received such praise as "Feels just like Sherlock Holmes" and "Wow, Henry's collecting potential ships left and right"

#boost! #Writers of Tumblr #To read

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commission

#on no I'm in love #art #inspo

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things are going to be difficult. But you

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Heads Up Seven Up

Responding FINALLY to @aohendo's tag from like a month ago. Thank you! 😭

Jeebus. Time flies.

Anyway, rules are to write the last seven lines you wrote and then tag seven people.

I've been working on Project Avalon. Not quite seven lines but ya know whatever.

Robert turned on Tae and sneered. “He’s having a fit, you idiot!” he said. “Touch him and I’ll make sure Captain Pike has you placed in holding.” So close together, Robert watched any professional pretense slip from Tae’s expression– a mask easing away with eerie clarity. What remained was true: a predatory animal, perched close with arched back, assessing the speed of its prey. His eyes did not burn with anger. They were cold. Primal. “Will you, now?” Tae asked.

Tagging @jess-p-edits, @jezifster, @evethenovicewriter, @whimsyqueen, @dgwriteblr, @thethistlegirl, and @smilingpaperbag.

🥰 Have fun!

#The way you describe character's interactions is always PERFECT #''...a predatory animal perched close with arched back assess the speed of its prey'' ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME #love love love love

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Circa Specturgia - In a red courtyard

A scene from my main WIP, Circa Specturgia. I had a lot of fun writing this one, tried out a few things, had new ideas I weaved in there, and hope that you enjoy reading it as well! Includes my protagonist, Caspian, and Adira.

Inspired by the song “Dangerous” - Welshly Arms, recommend playing it once they get to sparring! ✨

TW// Violence, Fire, Start of a panic attack

The Vælan stepped over to the Jihn who stood in the shadow of the inner courtyard walkway, joining him hidden in the shadows formed by the silver moonlight from above. His expression was muddled, a mess of confusion, helplessness, frustration, and deep though, brow furrowed and wine red eyes glistening in silver, locked on the boy training in the courtyard.

He made to move towards the mahogany railing, pulling on a smile, before she stopped him, placing a hand on his shoulder, speaking quietly.

- ”It’s not what he needs right now. I’ll handle this. You need to get some sleep after todays shit.” She said, adding before Cyril could say anything more. “Trust me with him, alright? Rest.”

He hesitated for a moment, looking between Adira and Cas, before sighing and smiling tiredly, this time genuinely, intense focus fading. Leaning in, he brushed his lip to her cheek, before trudging to their room silently as she had, light on his feet as ever, though it was clear from how far his shoulders slumped when he let his wide frame relax that he had been tense. Adira couldn’t help but think of her own father, how he’d worried over Alvor when he’d trained himself to the bone.

Once she heard him collapse on the bed, then did she move to the stairs, ears slightly twitching, picking up the sounds of the rest of the space. Scribbling pencil and hushed whispers from Tam and Ciro’s room. Alix’ having no sound, they had fallen asleep early, reading. Crows feet pattered on the patterned burgundy roof of the building. The steps were loud, creaking if not for her avoidance of the loud ones, making her way to the edge of the square.

Adira leaned against the pillar at the edge of the walkway where it opened into the courtyard with her arms crossed, watching Cas’ form and footwork intently. Analytically. The boy met her eye for jut a moment, stoping for just a half-second before fluidly transitioning into the next step, feet dancing over the tiled design. He’d improved.

- “Are you trying to get a repeat of whatever happened back there? Whatever that was?”

- “I’m trying to make sure I don’t.” He replied tersely, though not stopping his movements, his tone dead, focused.

- “…You’ve gotten better. I’m proud.” She said after a minute.

- “Stop trying to make me feel better General. Doesn’t suit your… everything.” He cracked, moving to face his back to her, to hide the small smile that passed over his expression.

- “Same brat I had to beat all those basics into, huh?”

A loose strand of flame flew towards her at the jab, extingushed on reflex with a flick of the wrist, water rising from the grated channels running around the perimiter of the courtyard to answer her call.

She chuckled at the immature gesture, focusing on his expression again, his face being a mask of focus, though she’d seen him focused enough times in training to read the hidden worry etched in his brow.

- “Hey, look at me. Kid.” She spoke sternly, but with an uncharacterstic gentleness to her tone, catching Caspian off guard, prompting him to let the dancing fire burn out, his eyes just black once more, the worry becoming all the more prominent. “You’re not losing yourself to power. I’ve seen it happen, that’s not what’s going on here. Whatever it is, it’s not your fault and not in your control. Now get some rest.”

- “I’m not tired.” He replied, once again summoning flame, fluid and controlled movements not betraying any sign of deceit.

- “No, you’re not…” she paused for a minute, asking after a few moments of footwork. “Can’t sleep?”

Cas nodded. A moment of quiet passed, only the furling and whipping of the flames and the wind of the night audible, before the vælan steped forward, taking off her jacket and rolling up her sleeves, tying her hair back with a blue ribbon previously tied at the wrist.

- “Tell you what. I could blow off some steam. Slagsmål, let’s go.”

- “You sure…? I don’t want to cut into the others sleep-” Cas began, raising an eyebrow, before she cut him off.

- “You need something to take your mind off of things. Be selfish for yourself once in a while Kid.”

Cas sighed, eventually leaning down to roll up the cuffs of his currant pants, rolling up the sleeves of the loose shirt, finding his spot on the opposite side of the tiled floor from where his teacher. She stretched kicking off her shoes, first fingers, then hands, arms, shoudlers, core, legs, calves, ankles.

The two knelt before each other, one knee, meeting eyes before leaning down, forehead to the cold, course slate. Rising slowly, Cas felt her influence encompass the space, instantly extending his own, pushing back, a pale smile ticking the corner of his lips, the familiar and comforting chill of pressure running up his spine. A heaviness filled the air, flowing, fluid, but universally dense. Both held their breath.

In a split second, the courtyard was filled with flame, crimson light, strings snapping, the deep thrum of energy reverberating through the air, the hiss of quenched fire filling Adira’s ears as she guarded.

A heavy thud accompanied by a grunt from beyond the sea of red and gold brought on a smirk. She’d hit her mark. The flames died, revealing the scene, Cas a few feet to the side of an angled pillar of ice. He shook his arm in annoyance, wincing though not speaking, regaining his balance, uncharacteristic intensity, no banter as was his norm. His form shimmered for a moment, as she watched his stance widen and lower. One foot sliding back, eyes locked on her, slow flames starting to dance from his chest, arms, legs… Sense. ‘On-command, huh? Nice work.’ She thought, before speaking.

- ”Now-” She matched his wager, focusing, feeling her breathing slow and deepen, heart thundering in her chest, voice reduced to a heavy whisper, her breath turning to mist - “you’ve made things interesting, kid.”

Cas held for a moment, watching his mentor’s stance. Silver frost gathered across the alf’s skin, spreading across the tiles beneath her feet. An opening. It took him about a half a second to capitalize on the opportunity, feinting his control to the left before aiming an arc at her right, the bass of the blast shaking the courtyard as he attacked. Cold washed over his fist. She’d managed to parry. Damn it.

The hair stood up on his neck, dodging out of the way of a strike from the left, back stepping. The fire around him sparked brighter. So long as he kept that up, he could counter at least some of the ice, limit her range of getting him close.

Another step back, melting the ice she’d formed under his feet without effort. Move, keep your guard, dig in to strike, stay in control. These words echoed in his head, like a mantra of focus, negating strikes from the right and above with a forceful spiral of fire. The ice cracked with a thunderous snap from the shock of heat.

Move. He stepped towards the right, against the attack, not away. A second one followed the first he’d countered, this time dodging. Shards sharp as metal, grazed his shoulder.

Keep your guard. Senses sharpened, acute. An arc prepared, from the lower right. He quickly extended his influence there as well, the same flow as Adira’s ice in preparation, but one of fire. Meeting it as it was formed, the air shook, cracking, heat and cold. A perfect Bossellian Counter. Adira didn’t have time to be proud.

Dig in to strike. The student raced forward, crossing the distance between them instantly, in a move too annoyingly reminiscent of a certain Jihn now asleep upstairs, to the mentors eyes. Eyes like embers sparked with focus, an exhilirated smile on his face. A matrix glowed in his hand, hastily drawn. Spiraling Triangles Formation. ‘Not bad Kid,’ was all Adira could half-think before training kicked in, weaving a counter.

Stay in control. Control. A sudden cold washed over his mind, freezing him up for a moment.

He’d pushed too hard. A memory of what had happened when he’d felt like this before flashed before his eyes. He pulled back on reflex. Before he could really grasp what had happen, he was on the ground, cheek scraped against the tile, Adira pinning him down. His breathing became uneasy, shaky, panicked. Afraid.

It all couldn’t have taken longer than 20 seconds.

A blade clanged into the ground in front of his face, showing him the reflection of his eyes.

- “Hey. Hey, look. Not gold. You’re fine.” He stopped struggling immediately, frozen for a second before relaxing as she climbed off of him, resheathing the knife. Cas’ breathing leveled out as he got to one knee, hair falling in his face, exhaused. “You can’t just pull back the moment you feel powerful. Don’t fear it. You’re strong Kid, if it happens again you’ll power through it… How long have you been practicing anyways?”

- “An hour… Give or take.” He managed, barely.

- “Breaks?”

- “Every ten minutes.” He pointed at a kettle and few herbs he had lying at the edge of the courtyard. Something told Adira he’d been drinking it straight, scalding, taking advantage of the resistance to temperature.

- “Well, you’re done for today. You’ll put yourself in a coma if you push yourself after Sensing like that. Get to bed. I’ll be beating you till you pass out every night if you don’t take better care of yourself starting now. Understood?” Cas managed a weak smile.

- “Understood, General.” He turned to walk to the stairway, before she added.

- “What I said before, I meant it. It’s not your fault, Cas. Whatever it is… You have us. We’re not going anywhere. I won’t let anyone hurt you, neither will Cyril, alright?”

- “Thanks.” His voice was a bit hoarse when he finally spoke, wiping a fleck of melted ice from his eye as he dragged himself upstairs.

- "Yeah, yeah. Get some rest, Kid. You’ll need it for when I kick your ass again tomorrow.”

Hope you enjoyed! ✨

Taglist? Taglist! ✨ Thanks to all these wonderful people for supporting me and giving me the inspiration and motivation to write!

@bloodlessheirbyjacques @athenswrites @magefaery @writingonesdreams @muddshadow @awritingcaitlin @agrimedena-drax @pinespittinink @tryingtimi

#I love action scenes that feel like they express a lot of character and this was perfect~ #I also love how the magic is presented! Very cinematic!! Reminiscent of action anime even!

[jess-p-edits]

Question for Bloodless Heir Taglist!

I typically only tag you guys in scenes and snippets that are relevant to plot, and the occasional AU!

But I've also been starting to write some smut / nsfw content to get to know my characters a little better! And it's personally helping me develop their dynamics a lot!

However, I haven't tagged anyone in those because I know not all of you are comfortable with that content.

So, I'm curious if anyone would like to be added to a NSFW Bloodless Heir taglist!

Let me know in a reply, a reblog, or DM if you would like to be added!

It's okay if it's not your thing! No worries!

I know a lot of you guys are 18+ since our ages are in our bios. But some of you don't have your ages! So, if you respond favourably, I would also like some confirmation that you are in fact 18+!

(If it is not in your bio)

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Here are links to 2 examples of nsfw content that I would consider adding a taglist to!

Only read if you're 18+ and comfortable with this content!

Both are for Astrea x Elijah.

Prompt: "Say you want me, and I'm yours."

Prompt: "No ones here, we can be as loud as we want."

As you can see in these, I'll always add TW's before the snippet when they apply! And they will be under a cut!

Taglist: *added to nsfw taglist!

@rough-buddy-that-is @kainablue @jessicas-writes22 @cherrybombfangirlwrites @jess-p-edits @inkingfireplace @kapenkoiwrites @ashen-crest @char-writes @tryingtimi @athenswrites @avrablake @jezifster @the-void-writes @magnus-s-writes @muddshadow @magefaery @owlishink @sunshineomeara @circa-specturgia @keyboardandquill @catharticallysarcastic @thewalkingnerdx @writingonesdreams @writerfae @ren-c-leyn

#👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 #bloodless heir

[jess-p-edits]

OC Favorites Tag Game

Thank you for the tag @bloodlessheirbyjacques, @writingonesdreams and @the-void-writes! ❤️ Since everyone gave me the freedom to either choose or use theirs, I mixed them up. (and I left out the favorite person, because it's obviously Syon)

Rules: Share photos of your OC’s Colour, Food, Season, Animal, God. Then tag five people and change up any one of the five favourite things categories for the next round.

I'll go with Darmon Strotagor from Metalsea, because he's the favorite around here.

[I love the picrew version of him too, but the artflow one was more accurate and I tried to edit his crystal eye into it... so it's weird. Either way, let me know what you think lmao]

Colour

Dark tael blue or as I've found on the internet; Gentlman's Grey (Benjamin Moore colours)

Food/Drink

Grapes and Ouzo (greek anise-flavored liqueur)

Season / Place

Late autumn and uh, hehe, graveyard. Well, for antagonist-Darmon at least. He insisted to have a place like that for those who were unfortunate enough to not survive, well, anything they were going through. The graveyard was the only place where he could be alone and think, also. It’s a peaceful place where he could talk to those long gone and reassure them their sacrifice was worth it. Hero-Darmon is still searching for his favorite place, however.

Animal

Red-tailed black cockatoo. Mostly because it's said to accompany the dead to heaven in the florklor of the Tiwi people (accroding to wikipedia) and because they rather shy of humans.

God

If it’s not about in-world gods, then Hades, the God of the Dead and the King of the Underworld.

Feel free to use this list, or go with favorite: Element, Time of the day, God, Colour, Toy as a child.

I've seen a lot of you guys did for one character already, but I'll still tag you too, so you can do it for another if you want! @bloodlessheirbyjacques, @writingonesdreams, @the-void-writes, @approximately20blorbos, @aninkwellofnectar, @blind-the-winds, @odysseywritings, @aschlindartroom, @jess-p-edits, @moonscribbler, @circa-specturgia

#THIS IS SUPER PRETTY!!!!!!!!!!! #I love his whole vibe and the consistent color palette is perfect.