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writeblr intro!

Hello! My name is Phoenix (though you can also call me Nix). This is my writeblr (and also my main so I occasionally post other stuff here too)!

A little more about me:

In my 20s

Nonbinary (he/they pronouns)

Queer and on the aroace spectrum

Neurodivergent/disabled (autism, ADHD, and some other stuff)

What I write:

Young adult, science fiction, and fantasy

Currently I have two WIPs

The first WIP is Heroic, a young adult novel about teenage superheroes (no intro post yet)

Second WIP is Quantum Immortality (intro post coming soon), and is a science fiction novel about an amnesiac stuck in a time loop where he dies at the end

My stories pretty much always have LGBTQ+ main characters, and often feature polyamorous relationships

I also write random articles about whatever catches my interest over at Medium, I might share ones on writing here at some point

I occasionally write fanfiction as well, maybe I'll share that here at some point but who knows

What I read:

Honestly not sure how to describe my taste in books, but I like genres like YA, science fiction, fantasy, you name it

I'm a massive fan of the Locked Tomb series by Tamsyn Muir which should tell you all you need to know about me

Currently I am rereading the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series

You can find me on Storygraph as well (I refuse to use Goodreads)

Other places you can find me:

Bluesky

Witchy Tumblr

Ko-fi

Mastodon

#Welcome!

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Once you get this, you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. Then you have to send this to ten of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool~)

I’m smart

I’m good-ish at writing

I play the cello very well

I have very nice long hair (though i tried to make myself partial bangs and it … didn’t end well)

I’m a very likeable person (according to other people)

Wait, by getting this does it mean I’m one of @somethingclevermahogony’s 10 favorite followers? Thank you!

#I'd say so :)

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Once you get this, you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. Then you have to send this to ten of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool~)

I have sharp, hard elbows that any martial artist would wish for

I have a good sense of discipline

I try to be kind to people

I've been being better about setting boundaries

I've been dressing how I want

Ik I don't answer these a lot because I hoard them like a treasure trove in my ask box, but thanks for sending!

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It was a tiger

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I guessed the shirt, not for any particular reason besides I just thought that would be a fun character trait, and then I remembered that this was determining which one was the lie, oops. Who knows, maybe it is!

Two Truths and a Lie

Thanks to @eccaiia here, @mk-writes-stuff here, and @talesofsorrowandofruin here!

Rules: create a 24 hour poll with two truths and one lie about an OC!

I've done so many of these lately. How have I not done Akash?

Other Akash: OC in three, OC in fifteen, OC questionnaire, picrew

Other Two Truths and a Lie: Maddie, Robbie, Carla, Lexi, Ash, Wade, Carmen

Tagging @cherrybombfangirlwrites @diabolical-blue @duckingwriting @awritingcaitlin @ceph-the-ghost-writer @theeccentricraven @theelfauthor @nailamoonsi @mrbexwrites @somethingclevermahogony @writeouswriter @writeintrees @revenantlore @squarebracket-trickster + anyone else

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

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Firstly, when you get this, you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool 💜 )

Finally getting to this! I am seriously running out of stuff to say about myself though

I like that I can adapt to big changes in my life

I like that I don't let things overwhelm me

I like that I can help support my partner

I like that I am passionate about the things that I study

I like that I can come up with stuff purely from my imagination

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Happy STS!

Do any of your OCS tend to fidget, and if so how?

Thank you for the ask, I know its not a day that starts with S but oh well.

A few of my OCs fidget, here are just a couple of them though.

Narul tends to clench and unclench his hands, something which for those that don't know him can be a bit scary, but it typically just means he is overwhelmed.

Ninma twirls her fingers through her hair, often creating terrible knots. (that's my go to as well)

Dati will scratch his chin almost constantly if left to his own devices, and his tail will drum against whatever is nearest, he may not even notice.

Shela will shift her postion almost constantly, she cannot sit in one position for more than a minute or two.

Istek pulls at his beard hairs when stressed, something which annoys his partners to no end.

#writing #testamentsofthegreensea #ask answered

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Once you get this, you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. Then you have to send this to ten of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool~)

I'm running out of things to say!

I like that I can babble about something for hours and somehow not put my partner to sleep

2. I like how adventurous I am

3. I like that, as a DM, I can create a game for my players that they really enjoy

4. I like that I am able to feel empathy even for people that I will never meet or know

5. I like that I am able to pour my imagination into my hobbies and that people enjoy that.

#positivity

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Romantic ask game! 💋 And ❌

Thank you for the ask! For this one I will keep it simple and I will use my MC, Narul.

💋 How affectionate are they with their friends? Their family? Their romantic partner(s) (if they have any)? Are they more physical or emotional when it comes to displaying their affection? Why?

Narul is a very emotional person, he cares very deeply for the people that he considers to be his friend and family.

He is certainly far more emotional than physical when it comes to expressing affection by necessity. His size and strength make physical affection rather difficult and potentially dangerous. It is for this same reason (or more accurately, his anxieties relating to his body) that Narul has not yet had a romantic relationship, despite developing attraction and wanting a relationship at multiple points during his life.

❌ What kind of things would end any relationship for them? Is there a history behind why these things bother them? Could they ever take someone back despite this? If so or if not, why?

Narul cannot abide cruelty, he is opposed to violence and is somewhat distressed by people that enjoy it. He has similar feelings about slavery and those that express support for it, as a former slave he has a deep loathing for the otherwise heavily normalized practice. Overall a lack of kindness or empathy is what would end a relationship for Narul, as those things are so important to him. He may give a person a second chance, if only because he believes that people can change.

#writeblr #testamentsofthegreensea #narul #oc #asks answered #thank you for the ask!

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Find the Word Tag

I was tagged by @willtheweaver , thank you! My words are: Moon, meet, may, might

Your words are: Fright, Fly, Fire, and Fang

Moon

As the hours passed Ninma regretted not grabbing a second cloak before they left, goosebumps sprang into being up and down her arms as the soft winter breeze nipped at her. They were already nearly there, no point in turning back now. The moon was little more than a sliver, accentuating the belt of stars and planets painted across the velvet heavens. The hills had leveled out revealing a wide-open plain. Jani held the torch up higher, illuminating the white expanse. In the distance they could see lights; reds, blues, and greens that were little more than dots on the horizon dancing like fireflies.

Meet

Ninma grumbled. She was still steaming over his earlier comments.  Istek continued. “However, I ain’t gonna let you just get away with sneaking onto my ship for free. If you’re going to be on my ship, you’re going to have to work." Ninma muttered and kicked her feet, unwilling to meet the captain’s gaze. Istek barked, " I don't abide by mumbling on my ship, sailor! Speak up!" Ninma and Narul both jumped. " Ok! Fine! I'll work! What do you want me to do?" Ninma huffed.

May

“An arrow without fletching.” The boy sighed, fiddling his thumbs. He had received this lecture before. “Exactly, an arrow without fletching may still fly but not as far or gracefully as its counterpart, so too can an uneducated king rule, but his rule will be inferior to that of his worldly peers.” Akard stood up once more, turning to the tutor, who bowed his head deeply. “Now, tell me what is this boring poem that you have been teaching him?”

Might

Narul planted himself in the middle of the road. The cart came to a stop, the merchant and his two guards eyeing him carefully. “Can we help you, sir?” The merchant said, nervously patting his robe.  “Yes, you can. I would like you to release those people, now.” “Are you proposing that you would like to buy them? Forgive me, but you don’t look like the kind of person that carries much silver.” “I’ll give you this.” Narul dropped the body of the Kirki to the ground in front of them. “I’m sure that the pelt is worth something at least.” The merchant inspected it cautiously, stepping down from the cart to pry open its maw and examine its teeth and claws. “That might be worth two or three of them, maybe even four but not all eight of them.” The merchant crossed his arms, trying to hide his discomfort. Jani, who had been silent until then, stepped forward and pushed out his chest. He proclaimed in a grandiose voice. “Do you dogs know who you are talking to? This is Narul! The slayer of serpents, earthshaker, the great Demigod! His might cracks mountains! His fury births storms! Be glad that he does not separate your puny heads from your bodies for questioning him! If he wanted to take your slaves, he would just do so! Consider yourself lucky that he would give you a boon so great as the fruits of his hunt!” Narul stared at the boy, at a loss for words. Jani smiled and shrugged sheepishly. The merchant and his guards shifted nervously, glancing from the monster to Narul and then the hammer at his side. They had heard stories of the demigod, but these had largely been written off as folktales, wild legends born from the chaos of a land at war.

Tagging @illarian-rambling , @kaylinalexanderbooks , @scribble-dee-vee , and @roach-pizza

#writeblr #writing #testamentsofthegreensea #tag game #wip excerpt #find the word game

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OC Intro: The Deep Sun

Hello everyone! Here is the newest OC intro. This one is gonna be a bit different than other introductions that I have done. The next poll will be up tonight!

Name: Da Dóp Fricandel "The Deep Sun"

"I have forgotten what my name was when I first ventured here from one of the spirit realms, I cannot tell you which one. That was millennia ago, when mountains were young, when the ocean water was sweet, before what you call the Age of Glass and Metal. In the tongue of those whose spawn now surround you I was called Da Dóp Fricandel, that is The Deep Sun. I rather like that name. I believe it suits me."

This continues below the cut!

Family

Children/Creation: The Kosheki

Narul looked out at the pale crowd, they looked back at him with their expressionless eyes. “What are these…things?” The Deep Sun laughed, a surprisingly soft and musical sound. “I’m shocked that you don’t know Narul. Come on, make a guess.” "Why would I know what these monsters are? I’ve never seen these things in my life." The Deep Sun sighed, shaking his head. " Oh, how times have changed. They are like you, dear boy." " These are spiritbloods?" Narul asked, revolted. " No, no! Well at least not these ones. These are humans, or at least a more perfect form of them."

Homeland/Place of Origin

One of the realms of the spirits, exactly which one is unknown. Prior to the Age of Glass and Metal the Deep Sun was simple spirit, a rather small spirit of the soil and rock, who lived on the Isle of Stān, now called the Island of the Kosheki.

The accursed island loomed ahead of them, a great rocky crag towering over a foundation of verdant green hills, jutting out of the water, lonely and cold.  “There she is,” Istek said, gazing at the island solemnly. The birds that circled the stony peak called out mournfully into the mist. The rocky beach was littered with the wrecks of ships, hundreds of them from every era, all in various states of decay. Great warships, their wooden ribs jutting into the sky like the bones of slain dragons. Royal barques, smashed by the waves, their ornate sides now choked with algae and rot. Merchants ships, their contents haphazardly strewn across the white sand, Ikopeshi raiding canoes torn asunder and scattered amongst the beach stones.The newest vessel was a Knoshic fishing boat, its sail still flapping softly in the breeze. A great hole had been made in its side, as if a great something had ripped into it.

History

"I trust that you have heard of the Great Calamity?"

" The fairytale?" Narul asked cautiously.

There was silence for a moment, and then the demon tilted his head back and laughed with such intensity that the doors of the cages rattled.

" A fairytale? Oh my boy. I like you already! Tell me what you know about the Great Calamity, what fairytales do they tell in your city?"

Narul closed his eyes, remembering the stories Bira had told him.

" A long time ago, the people of Kobani were rich and prosperous. They made great cities of glass and metal. They grew so powerful that they thought themselves better than the gods. For their hubris, they were punished, the great cities were destroyed, and only the pious remained. Everyone in Kobani now are the descendants of those pious people." He thought of the tunnel and the strange orbs. Glass and metal.

The demon chuckled and wagged a finger.

" No. No. All wrong. You savages weren't punished for your impiety. Do you truly think that is such a pressing matter to the gods? Do you think that the arbiters of the universal laws of nature care if you pray or make the proper sacrifices? They ruled over Kobani long before your kind or any of your kin were here, before any sentient life besides we spirits were here. No, your crime was far worse. Your ancestors discovered a way to harvest the het. The soul. The spirit. You found a way to rip the essence of being from its place and turn it into fuel for your machines and to light your houses."

" But that's impossible," Narul interjected, the het was an intangible thing, it was no more possible to secure it then it was to trap light in a bottle.

" Oh, it was very much possible. And when a het is destroyed, burnt up, it is gone forever. The soul will not reincarnate. It will not continue on to the next world. By harvesting het, a being is doomed to oblivion, thus interrupting a thread in the intricate web of reincarnation crafted by the gods. So the het that is destroyed in Kobani means that a baby is not born in the next world."

" I don’t believe that people would do that…it's evil, why would they?" Narul muttered softly.

" Oh, I haven't gotten to my favorite part, my naive little friend. At first, you people only harvested het from animals, which caused untold ecological catastrophe not only here on Kobani but on other worlds too. Entire ecosystems withered, species vanished. But it wasn't enough; your cities grew too big, too power-hungry, you longed for luxury. So you turned on each other; your criminals, your prisoners of war, your destitute, your diseased, your unwanted. Your ancestors turned mortals souls into commodities, your drove your own cousins the tree-tenders to extinction. The depths of your species’ depravity is truly awe inspiring. The gods made this world and gifted you the privilege of living amongst it, they filled it with beauty. Every human could live in comfort, could go to sleep with a full belly and roof over their heads. You were loved, cherished. We spirits lived to make the world one which suited you, we strived to make the world beautiful and fruitful. We loved you, myself included. We gave you the tools to make the world more beautiful than you had found it. But you squandered the gifts that you were given. In your twisted, broken, greedy little heads, you justified how one man could live with the means of thousands of his peers while others starved in the mud. You consumed and destroyed with such voracity and foolishness that you drove my kin to despair. Your gross negligence of your fellow man, your greed and hatred, that is what birthed the first demons, you twisted us, disillusioned us.”

Narul felt a knot in his stomach as he listened to the demon speak, he didn’t dare respond.

 The Deep Son continued. “In their overconsuming need for more, your ancestors consigned millions to the void. And when they started attacking spirits. Needless to say, that was just too much. The gods knew that if you were allowed to continue like this then the world would be thrown into complete chaos, and all life would crumble. To save the cycle of reincarnation, and ultimately life on all worlds from falling apart, the gods elected to wipe out your civilization."

" And that was the Great Calamity," Narul whispered softly.

" It was glorious. The world burned and froze and burned again until your kind and all of their creations were scoured from the face of Kobani. Your cities which reached towards the heavens were smashed to dust. Though, of course, some of my kin still had a soft spot for you creatures, they hoped that you could be reformed. They invited you into their homes deep in the mountains, with the condition that you leave your tools behind you, tools like that.” He waved a dismissive hand towards the strange metal suit which lay dusty and abandoned among the refuse. “Those are your ancestors, not the pious or noble. The poor. Those unfortunate sods who could not so easily prey on the world around them."

Narul looked at the metal walls and at the gaunt figures.

" Is that what this is? One of those places where the good spirits hid people?"

" Oh no. Men made this, a marvel of human engineering. You see some of your kind were not content with paying for their crimes, for reincarnating in the next world, as they would have. And so they built this place in hopes that when the gods had finished their justice on the world above, they could emerge triumphant with their machines and continue their wickedness. They lived down here in comfort, men of business and government. The fools thought they were so clever; they thought they could hide from us, from justice. But I found them, and I punished them for their arrogance. I whispered to them in the shadows. I destroyed their food, and I plunged them into darkness. I ripped apart their machines and engines. I drove them mad.” The demon chuckled. “With no food, they fed on each other. I scrapped away their pretensions and revealed the feral evil beasts that they were. All their culture and superiority was wiped away in an instant. All it took was a bit of hunger. And when they had forgotten what light was like, when they had been reduced to vermin cowering in the shadows. I revealed myself to them, their Sun. They are my Kosheki. They worship me, Narul. Look at them. All they know is hunger and love for me. I am their god, their everything.”

The Deep Sun reached out to caress the face of one of the Kosheki. “ I have molded them into a more beautiful human. Perhaps not physically, but mentally. I have taken their concept of self. There is no greed, no hatred. They do not murder, rape, or steal. They know only a childlike love, a pure love. They appreciate every meal, they dance without fearing judgment, and they look at me as their father, their warming sun. Look at them, Narul. Innocent. Gentle.” He cooed softly.

Appearance

Narul turned towards the deep rumbling voice. At the center of the room sat what he had thought was a great bonfire. He saw the face first, peering out from the tongues of flame. A man's face, though twisted, the lips stretched, the crevices of the face deep, as if they had been carved there by hammer and chisel. The figure reclined on the floor, his chin resting upon his clawed hand. His nudity was disguised by the inferno that emanated from his crimson skin. The eyes glowed, in each a single glowing ember surrounded by black coal, burning deep into Narul, terrible and yet beautiful.

She looked down into the calm waters and saw it, a face looking back up at her from just below the surface. It was human, or at least human in shape. The glowing red face was surrounded by a mane of fiery locks that danced and undulated in defiance of any current. It's eyes burned like coals. As it looked up at her its lips twisted into a smile. Two of the monster's claws took hold of the sides of the ship and began to shake the vessel to and fro.

Before his eyes the demon began to contort and change, his body roiling and stretching, extra limbs erupting from his scaly skin. Its body was long and sleek like a snake, its torso supported by six clawed arms. Its face remained the same.

Personality

The Deep Sun is cruel, vindictive, he relishes in pain and humiliation. His view on humans is shaped by the pain and fear experienced by millions of spirits, mortals, and animals that fell to Ekatsim Technology.

Gender/Pronouns

(Most spirits are not gendered, Narul typically refers to the demon with he/they pronouns)

Sexual Orientation

Asexual and Aromantic (Most spirits do not feel sexual attraction of any sort)

Relationships

The Deep Sun's relationship with his creations, the Kosheki and the spiritblood, Sadaric, is manipulative and cruel, reliant on control and possession. He does seem to feel some sort of tenderness for his “pets”, though whether that could be considered love is doubtful.

Favorite Color

Black

Favorite Food

Most spirits do not eat, though they do enjoy the aroma of cooking food. The Deep Sun enjoys the smell of the Kosheki's meals, which typically consist of the poor sailors that land on the Island's shore.

Biggest Fear

Ekatism Technology

Arkodian Bronze

Sage

No (Spirit/Demon, capable of magic dependent of sagecraft)

Literate

No

No excerpt here since most of this post is made up of excerpts haha

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#writeblr #writing #fantasy #fantasy writing #oc intro #villain oc #oc art #oc lore #testamentsofthegreensea #worldbuilding #fantasy world #creative writing #fantasy novel #wip #wip excerpt

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Happy STS! What is one mundane thing that would make your OCs most happy?

Happy STS! The S stands for Sunday.

Lexi: quality time. Just being there, listening to her yammer. And then proving you listened.

Maddie: finally being able to do that Thing she wanted to try for a while

Ash: being home alone for once and now can be On The Couch With Headphones Off

Gwen: someone saying, "I read this book and thought of you" or any acknowledgement that they did think of her

Robbie: making someone laugh

Akash: someone actually confides in him - he really does want to be there for people, but oftentimes he's in situations where someone else has to be there for him. If someone confides in him even for something small, he'd be so happy

Jedi: someone gets him a small thing, like a pen or something that he finds cool, or anything that signals they kinda care

Carmen: someone organized a thing for her, or just did so without being asked

Hope these are satisfactory! Not sure how many of these classify as mundane

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

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The correct answer (as in the lie) was #3. Mikrab is the second oldest living spirit blood as the beginning of the series.

Two Truths and a Lie Tag

Here's another one! This one is from @mk-writes-stuff ! Thanks!

I'll use a character from the Testaments series but not from the first three books, Mikrab.

Tagging @oliolioxenfreewrites , @roach-pizza , @jakkon-and-rose-topic, and whoever!

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Thank you @illarian-rambling for the tag.

I liked coming up with the lie lol.

Tagging: @somethingclevermahogony and anyone else who wants to do this! Please feel free to tag me in your post.

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OC Interaction Tag

Thank you for the tag, @mk-writes-stuff !

Rules: post the OCs of the people who tagged you and one of your OCs and say how yours would interact with theirs

MK's OC: Belladonna is a noblewoman in her early 20s of a space station floating in the void. She has recently been betrothed to a man she hates and informed that she is going to be replaced as the heir by a new younger sibling she will have soon. Belladonna is a highly anxious, neurotic young woman who holds herself and others whose appearances reflect on her own to an impossibly high standard and punishes herself (primarily via not eating, as she has severe anorexia) whenever these standards aren’t met. She has a kind heart and a clever, incisive mind behind all of her struggles, but years of abuse from her parents have driven her to disbelieve her own value and skills.

My OC: For this I'm going for Ninma (Book 1). Ninma is the youngest princess of the Kishite City-State of Labisa. She is five years-old, and extremely clever for her age, though impulsive and a bit spoiled. She is loud and opinionated, hot-headed to an extent, a trait which she has inherited from her father, Hutbari. But she is also brave and self-confident, perhaps at times too much so. However she is also kind and surprisingly emotionally intelligent, and is eager to help others when she can.

 While she is quite fond of the luxuries of royal life; baths, perfumes, silken dresses, exotic spices, etc., she is equally happy outside. She enjoys climbing and catching small creatures like lizards and insects. She has picked up reading and writing from her tutors with remarkable ease, though to the distress of her tutors, her favorite poems and songs seem to be bawdy ones, more at home in the drunken halls of commoners rather than coming from the mouth of a princess.

How they would interact: I think that initially Ninma would be very excited to talk to someone else from a noble background who understands "fancy" things.

However in time she would become frustrated by Belladonna's neurotic tendencies and anxiety. That is until she discovered the cause of these tendencies in which case Ninma would become inseparable in her efforts to help or "save" Belladonna. She would almost certainly bad-talk the man she is betrothed to and may even try and convince Narul to do something about him for her. In any case Ninma would insist on introducing Belladonna and Narul as both it seems are heavily affected by the trauma and abuse of their past. Tagging @the-octic-scribe , @unrepentantcheeseaddict , @scribble-dee-vee , and anyone else!

#testamentsofthegreensea #writeblr #writing #oc #oc interaction

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NEED HELP WRITING? (a masterlist)

I have likely not added many that I've reblogged to this list. Please feel free to roam my blog and/or ask/message me to add something you'd like to see on this list!

Synonym Lists

Look by @writers-potion

Descriptors

Voices by @saraswritingtipps

Show, Don't Tell by @lyralit

Tips & Tricks

5 Tips for Creating Intimidating Antagonists by @writingwithfolklore

How To (Realistically) Make a Habit of Writing by @byoldervine

Let's Talk About Misdirection by @deception-united

Tips to Improve Character Voice by @tanaor

Stephen King's Top 20 Rules for Writers posted by @toocoolformedschool

Fun Things to Add to a Fight Scene (Hand to Hand Edition) by @illarian-rambling

Questions I Ask My Beta Readers by @burntoutdaydreamer

Skip Google for Research by @s-n-arly

Breaking Writing Rules Right: Don't Write Direct Dialogue by @septemberercfawkes

Databases/Resources

International Clothing

Advice/Uplifting

Too Ashamed of Writing To Write by @writingquestionsanswered

"Said" is Beautiful by @blue-eyed-author

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Happy STS! What strange habits do your OCs have?

Valerian has blankets and pillows set up in the bottom of his closet for sleeping in. Mostly if waking up early from a nightmare but sometimes he can just tell that the sleep won't be restful and skips the bed altogether.

Markus prefers his meat raw. That's not really strange on it's own but this man will still eat it if it's actively rotting. Or on the other end, still kicking. Meat is meat.

Barely half-counts (but I feel like we need a third answer) but Billie sometimes gets teased about her habit of adopting strays. "I'm requiting employees," she'd say in turn and deny any notion of personal attachment to them. She does seem rather quick to find another misfit to bring on board if they lose someone, but otherwise they are a very tightly knit crew.

#I do enjoy a good tartar maybe not rotting