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Wow. Talk about attention to detail.

Video here: https://twitter.com/javi_draws/status/965260617790738432?s=21

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Last Lines

Thanks for the tag @writerfae <3

“You should have a name,” Davina said. “Names hold power. What are we, if not our names?” The lyralisk was almost afraid to ask. But something about the Angel made her feel like she could trust her with this question. “What would you call me, then?” There was no pause to think, no doubt in her mind, when she answered, “Sweetheart.”

Open tag!!

#Ugh my heart! #This scene is so sweet #other's writing

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"I cant draw" then do it bad who gives a fuck.....

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me when the disability disables me: oh what the fuck? this sucks. what the hell man!

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Reblog so everyone can hear what they need.

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some suggestions for relatively quiet, choose-your-own-stimulation-level hobbies that aren't "sitting in empty silence for hours on end"

going for walks, hiking

gardening (outdoor, indoor, bonsai care)

puzzles (jigsaw, word, brainteasers like sudoku, etc.)

writing (fiction, poetry, song lyrics, journaling)

reading (too cool for regular books? try comic books or magazines)

drawing, doodling, coloring

mobile games or video games

crafts like knitting, crochet, or embroidery

practicing yoga or martial arts forms

assembling lego or no-glue model kits

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Character voice tag

Shoutout to @mk-writes-stuff for the tag

My line is: Where are we? How did we get here?

Characters from A Feather in the Forest

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Fen: Wait a minute. Did we get lost? How?

Ivy: I am 100% sure we are lost.

Rail: Now this does not look familiar at all.

Quill: I don’t think we’re supposed to be here. Wherever ‘here’ is anyways.

Nettle: We’ve gone off the map. How? I have no idea.

Leif: I don’t say this often, but I’m saying it now: I have no idea where we are.

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Tagging @mysticstarlightduck @tildeathiwillwrite @smudged-red-ink @whatwewrotepodcast @agirlandherquill @drchenquill @splashinkling @jakkon-and-rose-topic @revenantlore @phoenixradiant @melpomene-grey and open tag

Your line is: Yeah, I deserved that.

#these lines are a mood #other's writing #tag game

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#other's art #simzart

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Rewrite Lines Tag

super interesting tag game that I haven't been able to participate in yet (because I've been busy), but here it is!

thanks for the tag @willtheweaver! felt pretty inspired when I saw the scene while I was waiting for an appointment!

my line was:

The ship heaved to-and-fro like a drunkard in the angry sea. Waves struck the hull from every side, whilst howling winds tore the sails and sent the ropes flying every which way. I was quite sick. The whole crew was sick. For three days now, we were thrown about as the ship rocked and rolled in the midst of a tempest that would not let up. It was as if an angry god had a vendetta against the ship and her crew, and that he would only relent when the ship was smashed to pieces, and all of us reduced to nothing more but shark bait.

and the rewrite:

The ship rocked to the rhythm of the ocean's whims with waves pulling and pushing and slamming like a song against the hull while the torrential gusts ripped through sail and rope alike and turned them into whips of the wind that whistled as they flew in the darkened sky. I was sick. The captain was sick. Everyone was sick. Sick of the three days of being ravaged by the storm. Sick of these hours upon hours of waves crashing into the ship and us crashing into the deck or the walls.Sick of not knowing when will we be free of this accursed storm whose existence could only be possible by the wrath of a god whom we did not even know we enraged. Will it let up once we join the sirens and their songs?

again super interesting tag game! let's tag @oh-no-another-idea @kaylinalexanderbooks and leave an open tag for whoever wants to join!

your lines are: (below the break, have fun!)

Rylise rushed out of the castle. At ground-level, everyone scattered in fear, shouting, shoving, and attempting to carry as many of their belongings with them as they could. Some even scrounged up things that were left behind by others. Above, he finally saw what had been attacking them—a mix of physical cannonballs and magical fire-rain that set ablaze anything not made of stone or gem.

#ink writes #tag game #wip: Shining Shadows

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torchic and piplup hope to take flight!

#other's art #pokemon

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Rewrite line tag

Shoutout to @kaylinalexanderbooks for the tag

My line: There was what appeared to be a cobblestone path leading up to the castle, which didn’t make a bit of sense as it was on a feckin cloud! Beau parked them over the path, reaching down with a foot to tap it, just to make sure it was, indeed, solid. He set them down and unwrapped the beanstalk from them.

Jack scrutinized the castle in front of him. It stretched up, up, up, into the sky-and as they were already in the clouds, Jack didn’t want to know how high the tallest tower was above the ground-how he wouldn’t like to be the poor bloke who was defenestrated from it. The castle was made of some sort of dark stone, giving it the unsettling feeling of a haunted house. There was a cobblestone path, yes, but on either side of it, Jack realized yes, that they were still on the clouds, though where the castle was, the clouds were dark and grey, and when Jack listened close enough, he realized that there was an irregular pulse of thunder that shook the ground ever-so-slightly, enough to cause the stones beneath his shoes rattle.

Rewrite: There was no way it was real. And yet here it was. Sitting on top of a cloud was a cobblestone path leading to a most impressive castle. Beau wasn’t anything if not diligent. Before unraveling the beanstalk and dropping Jack and the others, he put his own foot down to see if the path was an illusion. It was solid stone. Satisfied, he deposited his passengers onto the path.

It was such a fantastical sight that Jack stood near motionless, wondering if it were all real. He could find nothing wrong with his vision. Yes, this was the tops of the clouds. And yes, sitting proudly on top was a castle. And what a castle it was. Jack dared not look at the very top, but he was certain that the tops of the tallest towers were among the stars. The stones that made up the walls were dark and foreboding. This was a fortress that inspired fear and intimidation. At the foot of the castle, and spreading out for quite a ways was a great shadow. From there came the rumble of thunder which shook the flags and pavers on which Jack stood upon.

Tagging @the-ellia-west @somethingclevermahogony @poethill @splashinkling @smudged-red-ink @late-to-the-fandom @fourwingedwriter @illarian-rambling @elizaellwrites @winglesswriter @spitefulbull @theeccentricraven @jay-avian @whatwewrotepodcast and open tag

Your line is: The ship heaved to-and-fro like a drunkard in the angry sea. Waves struck the hull from every side, whilst howling winds tore the sails and sent the ropes flying every which way.

I was quite sick. The whole crew was sick. For three days now, we were thrown about as the ship rocked and rolled in the midst of a tempest that would not let up. It was as if an angry god had a vendetta against the ship and her crew, and that he would only relent when the ship was smashed to pieces, and all of us reduced to nothing more but shark bait.

#cool stuff! #other's writing #tag game

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My WIP intros

You Can Always Learn to Fly

Genre: angelic fantasy

It was storming the day Davina died. Death saw her fall off a tall building, to her end. Or to her beginning. You see, Davina had a pure soul, so she was reborn as an Angel. After Death brought her back to the home of the Angels, his counterpart, Life, fell in love with her sweet doe eyes and decided that they would raise her together.

Davina grew up under the care of her family on their little world at the center of the universe. Her uncle Aditya raised the sun every day, and her aunt Tsuki raised the moon every night. Her big brother Rhodes tended to the flowers in the garden, and her aunt Nefeli liked to play drums on the clouds. When Nefeli’s thunderstorms reminded of the day her past self died, her three-headed wolf shooed her fears away. Davina was so loved and loved so much: even if she was afraid of heights, she encouraged her dragon to learn how to fly; and she wasn’t afraid to take the most feared predator in the universe, a fangmare, under her wing. Life and Death believed she would have been so wonderful a Guardian Angel. So wonderful…

There was just one thing that held her back from becoming a Guardian, and it wasn’t even her fear of heights. Poor Davina lost her faith in humanity after she got hurt by the humans she was supposed to guard.

But then she met the kind-hearted boy Lykos, and there seemed to be hope yet. Perhaps he could teach her that not all humans are bad. Perhaps… he could teach her how to fly.

Lees verder

#aaaaaa #check this out guys!! #so exciting! #fluff *AND* angst?? count me in 👀 #other's writing

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nemesis & melinoë // hades 2 fanart i drew in 2022!

https://twitter.com/koyoriin https://patreon.com/koyorin https://instagram.com/koyori_n https://bsky.app/profile/koyorin.bsky.social

#other's art #hades 2

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Reblog to make your blog a cozy tavern for your followers to stay in/visit

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#lol #over 500