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I know it’s been literal years, but do you all want to read the actual story this spawned?

Not a Date

“Are we really doing this?” Hero murmured to Villain in a low tone, claiming their hands.

Villain cocked their head to the side. “Do I hear fear, Hero? I thought you were supposed to be the brave one.” They teased quietly.

Hero met their eyes so softly that Villain nearly melted. They were so beautiful when they were unsure- you could write sonnets about the depth of emotion in their eyes alone. “I’m giving you a chance not to ruin your reputation.” 

“Nonsense.” Villain reassured. “I don’t have a reputation to ruin, darling.” Then they guided the self-conscious hero onto the dance floor.

Hero needed someone to remind their traitorous heart that this was an undercover mission- not a date- but Villain apparently wasn’t going to be that person. The hand at the small of their back kept Hero close as the dazzling pair glided across the dance floor. Slowly, other couples drifted to the sides to watch as the Hero and Villain swirled in a hypnotic pattern around the room.

“They’re watching us. All of them.” Villain whispered, feeling a little less confident outside of the anonymity of dancing in a group.

“As well they should.” Hero replied. As if on instinct, they exchanged roles, allowing Hero to take their turn guiding Villain through elaborate steps that brought the orchestral music to life. Villain smirked.

“You’re loving all this attention aren’t you.” Came the teasing accusation.

Hero swept Villain into the air in an elegant lift, then gently set them back down just in time to end in a graceful dip. The pair made breathless eye contact as light applause broke out from their audience. 

“Absolutely.” 

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Awwww thank you @sola-whumping ! I’m going to pass this along to @sunset-avenuer because they are super brave and cool!

You matter, you fabulous being!!! Send this to any other beings that you feel matter and/or are fabulous (no pressure!)

Thank you! You are also fantastic. As for sending it to someone I’ll poke @poisoned-by-royalty since they’re a good friend and are always so supportive

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I am so very honored to get a shoutout from one of tumblrs best writers and prompt producers! You’re amazing and I hope you thrive

I thought for a while about how I should celebrate 1000 followers. Then I realized that if you follow me, you probably like what I write and want more of it. (Or you're a nut fanatic who's been misled by my username.)

So to thank everyone for all the support, all the likes and comments and reblogs, here's a list of some authors that you might enjoy. A lot of these do stuff that's similar to my own, so enjoy discovering some new authors!

@gingerly-writing

@the-modern-typewriter

@meg-moira

@screamingatanemptyroom

@writing-on-the-wahl

@yourheartonfire

@villain-enthusiast

@amethystpath-writes

@written-to-death

@messythoughtsandscribbledplots

@chordwrites

@caffeinewitchcraft

@emerqlds

@trappedgoose-in-a-writblr-room

@literally-just-kirby

@sunflower1000

@akawrites000

@creweemmaeec11

@crazy-sevens

@writing-prompt-s

@messythoughtsandscribbledplots

@morallygreyprompts

@nightfrostshadow

@poisonmask

@literally-just-kirby

@poisoned-by-royalty

@amethyst-writer

@daydreamed-snippets

@revrevrew-writblr

@chordwrites

@pen-dipped-in-moonlight

@justsomeonewholiketowrite

@scrawl-your-heart-out

@malneiro

@were-writes

@accordion-noises

@caker-baker

@esperosisdoeswriting

@abrokenherocomplex

@yourmajestyarrived

Annnnnnnddd here's some shout-outs to people who are awesome and super nice! All of you have been encouraging and made some bad days way better with your comments. Thanks for being so generous with your kind words and spreading some light during these dark days❤️.

@chaoticgoodandu @larinzz @jinpanman @doggo038 @kactus-loves-writing @fuck-em-up-your-grace @smolxhero @veee-jaaay @freefallingup13 @kaiwewi

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too long

I hate how the thought 

of soft arms around my shoulders brings tears

not of fear

nor revulsion.

but of envy and of longing

for I can only feel peace with you beside me

and it has been too long

#too long #poem #poetry #lonely #i might need a hug #longing

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Shoutout to @purpleadorableps4friend because they wrote the sweetest reactions to one of my drabbles and it made my day!!! I wish good things for you!

#thanks bestie #we are besties now #i now owe you one wish #just let me know

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#hair twinsies @sola-whumping

@lechaterrant-thestraycat​​  @janetm74​​ @kactus-loves-writing​​ @arty528​​ @alexander-hurteau​​

Sorry y’all, the tags broke randomly

Picrew Game!

Make yourself here and tag 5 people!

I'll start by tagging @pretty-face-breaker @straight-to-the-pain @lettuceknighted @lektricfergus and @sopwithwhump and anyone else who wants to join in!

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the nerd i reblogged this from has a quality blog & i recommend you all follow them.

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PROMPT

Villain didn’t know that they cried out in their sleep.

Hero knew. But only because they had taken to personally guarding Villain’s cell when they have been detained.

What Hero doesn’t know is that Villain receives horrifying visions of the future that they are aiming to avert through chaotic actions.

Hero really just wondered if Villain always made such pitiful squeaks at night, or if it was the effect  of being imprisoned. They longed to take Villain somewhere warm and safe, somewhere far from here where they could talk in peace.

#prompt #writing prompt #villain prompt #hero prompt #hero x villain

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the callout

are you getting more picky?

well,

yes.

be careful with that.

People will think you are annoying.

okay.

thanks for letting me know.

I love being called annoying.

and picky.

but you know that.

you know that.

you know that.

you know that.

#poem #poetry #arty writes #the callout #picky

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I’m down, please cast your insight

The real measure of a writer is what oddly specific tropes show up constantly in their work and make you question What Happened

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ME @ all of y’all that comment. You guys are very much appreciated!!!!

Some reader, lightly commenting on my fic: hey i liked this.

me, me eyes enormous: you COMMENT me? you comment on my fic, like the story? oh! oh! love for reader! love for reader for One Thousand Years!!!!

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I’m going to be on writing hiatus for the next two weeks (until school ends), but asks are still very much appreciated!

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Mother’s Day

Happy mother’s day to Nox. He’s a better mother than most.

Happy mother’s day to Sydney Kingsman, who successfully raised a shapeshifter, a pyrokinetic, and a charmer.

Happy mother’s day to Aphrodite, even though she’s been only minimally active in her daughter’s life.

Happy mother’s day to Castle, he makes the best comfort cookies.

Happy mother’s day to Camila Konetz, who never stopped looking for her missing daughter.

Happy mother’s day to Alexandra Sivet. Death claimed you far too soon.

And finally, Happy soon-to-be mother’s day to Alharis Kingsman-Konetz!!!

@sola-whumping @thewholeuniverseisrighthere

#mothers day #oc #moms #baby announcement #first kid

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Daily reminder to not stalk around Bed, Bath, and Beyond like an anxious gazelle. You belong in Bed, Bath, and Beyond. It is your home.

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CW: Arrest mention, domestic abuse mention

Name: Milo Lewis Kingsman

Age: 20

Birthday: August 19th

Gender: Male

Occupation: Ballet, College, Vigilanteism

Power(s): Charmspeak

Parents: Sydney Louise Myrez and Tanner James Kingsman

Sibling(s): Carter James Kingsman

Significant Other: Zenia Marie Archcroft

Interesting Genetic Component(s): Siren

Significant Backstory Notes:

- Car crash at age 4 permanently damaged his left shoulder

- Started displaying powers at the unusually young age of 7

- Accidentally used his Charm on The President of the US when he was in fourth grade (the president was visiting the school for publicity). Unfortunately the secret service thought that this was an attack by a mutant extremist group, and promptly took him down. Poor Milo spent two days in custody as a nine year old while the situation was sorted. The jailers fitted him with a silencing collar (which doesn’t cause pain, it just disabled his voice) and also refused his parents any visitation during that time. This incident is why he’s so skittish of anything that might interrupt his voice.

- Joined Ballet as an outlet for his anxiety at the age of 11

- Became student body president at age 17 and held the title through his senior year of high school

- Dated Katherine as an 18 year old. She does not deserve an ounce of your time, but I’ll some it up by saying that she was very abusive to Milo. (read it here)

- Met Zenia around the same time he started dating Katherine, but didn’t start dating her until a few months after Katherine died (age 19)

@sola-whumping @thewholeuniverseisrighthere @janetm74

#Milo #oc #backstory #character sheet #stats #my oc

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Would any of y’all be interested in little profiles for my characters?

I know there’s maybe seven of you guys that are here for more than writing prompts, but still. I’d make a little drawing of the character, then basic stats, lineage, and backstory. Nothing too crazy

#poll #my characters #backstory

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Liza: Chaos Queen

Ash sighed deeply and stared into the dog’s eyes. “I don’t like this any more than you do, but it needs to be done.” They clipped on Ninja’s harness and collar.

Ninja, for her part, held out her paw to shake, as if this explanation had won her approval.

Liza had disappeared into the forest almost six hours ago. This was fairly normal behavior for her, but Ash could her the faint trill of Faerie music coming from the trees, and Liza’s ridiculous genetic cocktail* was bound to cause problems.

Her father (Torrance) was half fae (the bastard of his father’s affair, though whether he courted the fae willingly or not is anyone’s guess). In the past, this had given Liza just enough tolerance to join the festivities without being driven mad by the songs. However she had gotten in trouble with the court in a different part of the world before, and Ash wasn’t entirely sure if that grudge still held. They just hoped they would reach their wayward friend before someone else did.

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For her part, Liza was having the most fun she’d had in almost a year. It was so easy to just allow old muscle memory to take over as she followed the steps of an ancient dance. Whirling and leaping around the meadow as gracefully as a fish in water. The music of Faerie practically flowed through her veins, blurring the edges of her vision to the mortal realm and exposing the brilliant radiance of the realm of the Fae.

The sky glittered with a million extra stars. The grass was lush and soft. The trees that shaded the dancing grove itself sparkled with the glow of thousands of fireflies. It truly was beautiful how an unpolluted world could be, not even considering the way magic flowed through each lifeform unchecked.

As she stooped by a creek to drink and rest, a bright voice giggled. “I wouldn’t drink that if I were you, halfling.” 

“Why?” Liza stood quickly, seeking out the source of the voice. In the mortal realm she would’ve asked for a name, but here it would be incredibly rude.

“It might make you a bit silly.” The voice answered with amusement. Their words were slurred slightly now. Like they were drunk or something.

“You are most kind to tell me.” The young fledgling stood, realizing that her legs had gotten very sore during that break. Crossing the stream had been a good decision on that front. Without the barrier of running water it was fully possible that she could’ve felt the need to keep dancing until she passed out.

You do not want to pass out in the forest on a Solstice.

More giggles rung out from her right, but quieter this time. “Someone is looking for you- spawn of Aisling.” They sing-songed as Liza darted after them, but to no avail.

“Dang it.”

“It did you no harm, why do you curse it?” A soft voice asked from across the water, prompting Liza to turn slowly so as not to show any sign of fear.

“I do not curse the kind one, I curse my own lack of knowledge.” She clarified.

The fae stepped out of the shadowy forest to stand at the shore. “Understandable. The quest for knowledge is noble indeed.” Their eyes flashed yellow as a cat’s, reflecting the far off bonfire. “Tell me, how are you called?” They inquired casually.

“I am called by my keeper when I’ve been in the woods too long.” She joked, dodging the question entirely. Liza always attached too much emotional value to pseudonyms to give one in place of her real name.

“And have you?” The Fae asked. “Been in the woods too long?” The creek threw a delicate pattern of reflected light ripples onto the Fae’s gleaming green armor. 

“If you have to ask, the answer is always yes.”

This did not amuse the unusually chatty Fae. “You would spurn our hospitality by leaving before the sun rises?” The grass at his feet swirled restlessly, as if picking up on well-concealed agitation.

“No, my apologies. Your realm is both peaceful and entrancing. I appreciate your welcoming me into this place. I worry that I have caused my friend distress in my absence.” Liza had forgotten how taxing it was to converse with the fae. It took every ounce of etiquette training she’d ever received to maintain a polite tone and expression. “Will you pardon my leaving, friend?” But the few steps Liza took downstream were mirrored by the Fae on the opposite side.

“I am afraid I can not. You must return to the revel with me.”

“Why?”

“My Queen has sent for you.” They answered, adjusting their sword belt slightly. “Many have been sent to seek you out, we are to return before the music ends. I ask again: Will you come freely?”

Liza shook her head slightly, and sighed. “I will not.”

Her keen picked up the faintest crunch of leaves underfoot of something fast immediately before everything went dark. She was not unconscious, but not fully conscious. An odd sensation like she was floating away from her own body. 

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“This is the prophesied one?” A new voice asked.

“Her majesty is sure of it.” The original Fae confirmed. “The Harbinger. if our legend holds true, this one heralds a war with the unseelie.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

Both paused for a minute, before the new fae voiced an idea out loud. “Is this a sacrifice then? Or an execution.”

“Neither.” They clarified. “Her majesty wishes to speak with the human, nothing more for the time being.”

‘Interesting.”

“Indeed. Now help me carry it.”

@sola-whumping @thewholeuniverseisrighthere

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*Ridiculous genetic cocktail that I forgot to make the note about

Liza’s mom was the daughter of Loki, and granddaughter of a certain consulting criminal. and her dad was half fae. Her paternal grandfather was rumored to have been sired by his mother’s lover (a draconic shape shifter). All in all, this child has way too much chaos energy.

#fae #Lizas hijinks #adventure in faerie #the fae #liza makes bad choices #oc fiction #oc #writeblr