#excerpt: seafoam

[megarywrites]

wip re-introduction — the Seafoam duology by Steph Megary

started — September 2021 | genre — fantasy (adult, high) | pov — single, first, past tense | status — second draft | currently — writing Part I: Tremor | themes — grief, overcoming misogyny, revenge

blurb | Thala Galanis is coming of age and unmarried with absolutely no intention of remedying that. Which, in Grea, means that you’re a spinster and fit for nothing else but a life of silent service as a Stoli in Katania—the Haven of the Gods. When tragedy strikes her family with the untimely death of her father, she decides that there is no other choice for her but to resign herself to becoming a Stoli. Once she arrives in the capitol, however, she finds that what’s expected of the Stoli is darker than she ever dreamed it would be.

In a desperate attempt to escape, she takes matters into her own hands, only to stain them with blood. A stain that will never wash off the further along she travels down the path to vengeance.

Because what happened to her should never happen to anyone else.

And, if she gets her way, it never will.

excerpt | Blood really is the most beautiful shade of red, isn't it?

The metallic tang of it lingered in the air and on my tongue. I raised my hand to the dying sun, mesmerized by the carmine stain coating my fingers and dripping down my arm. It billowed in the sea around me, bright and sanguine and breathtaking.

I was practically bathing in it.

Sunlight glistened on my soaked hand, the blood almost sparkling in the last vestiges of day, and for the first time in a long time, I smiled.

Really, truly smiled.

#writeblr #wip intro #wip introduction #fantasy wip #fantasy writer #wip: seafoam #book: tss #book: trt #mc: thala galanis #aes: seafoam #excerpt: seafoam #mine #I figured it was time to reintroduce her since the concept of her has changed a lot since i made the orginal intro post #hope you think this is pretty it turned out just like I wanted it to #or almost #it's always hard to find exactly the right pictures but they do the trick #and yes it's a lightly edited version of the excerpt with the original post i like the imagery of it sue me (pls don't)

[lanymme]

Karuṇā

Pairing: Sessyoin Kiara/Fujimaru Ritsuka

Rating: Mature

Summary: A tight-knit but wounded community struggles with loss and scarcity in the wake of Goetia’s defeat. The former Last Master of Humanity is isolated and hopeless. A humble nun comes to Antarctica, and things begin to change.

Tags: Suspense, Minor Psychological Horror, Character Study, Living Through Loss, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Rivalry, No Smut, Religion

Other Characters: Mash Kyrielight, Da Vinci, EMIYA, Ushiwakamaru, BB, Tamamo-no-Mae, Shuten-douji & Ibaraki-douji, Jeanne Alter, Moriarty, Ishtar, Edmond Dantés, Hans Christian Andersen

Excerpt:

Ushiwakamaru smiles like a prince, un-self-conscious, without artifice. “Lady, I am confident that you will find what you need here, and grow to become the person you wish to be.” Her expression softens to something almost dreamy. “Chaldea is a place where such things happen.”

It is embarrassingly clear that she thinks of Chaldea’s Master as she says this. This girl has already found an outlet for her desires, a Lord to imitate her brother, to fill that hole in heart. Or perhaps… perhaps.

Unbidden, unwanted, it calls to the surface a memory of another girl bathed in light, shining and dancing through seafoam and smiling proud, full, even as her face crumbles like porcelain, crumbles like Kiara’s dream, so far out of reach.

And beyond, so much further afield, the reflected light of a moment.

Falling sakura petals. A cold heaviness. And one final bittersweet tale of a dreaming heart.

“Yes. I am sure you’re right.”

#my writing #my fic #sessyoin kiara #kiara sessyoin #fate/extra ccc #fate grand order #fgo #fate series #highly suspect nuns #ritsuka fujimaru #lesbian #sapphic #archer emiya #tamamo no mae #bb fate #ushiwakamaru

[spnangelbang]

“Ethereal Feathers” - Monday, July 24

Author: Atlas_Pie  Artist:  seidenapfel ( @seidenapfel​​ ) Rating: Explicit Featured characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel Featured relationships:  Dean Winchester/Castiel primary with background Sam Winchester/Eileen Length: 8,,000-9,000 words Tags: Pining, Wing Kink, Angel True Forms, Case Fic, Possession

Summary:  After a demon hunt that detaches Castiel from his vessel, Dean offers himself up on a platter to keep him safe. The hunter has harbored feelings for the angel for a long time and is determined to keep them hidden, even when Castiel is possessing him. Dean sees the angel's trueform for the first time, but it doesn't turn him away. It only serves to bring both of them closer than they ever expected to be possible. 

Excerpt:

Dean wraps his hand around the feathers that are closest to him. They become more solid and corporeal with the hunter’s touch. The tips are jet black, and they fade to a deep gray at the root. There are little shoots of bright shades of seafoam to deep blue coming off of the center shaft. Even though they look like they’d be hard or even sharp around the edges, the feathers are the softest things he’s ever felt in his life. Even softer than memory foam or extra large marshmallows. He watches them move and shift with fascination. And they’re absolutely massive, the longest among them being close to five feet long. He’d never admit it out loud to the angel, but they’re gorgeous.

“Dean.” Castiel grunts, the feathered expanse of an incorpreal wing wrapping around the hunter briefly. “Can we please get back to the matter at hand?”

Dean nods, still stroking the tip of a long primary feather as he watches a deep copper iris fade in and out of view. “Well, you could wear me to prom.”

“Prom?” Six eyes blink this time, in clear confusion.

Dean chuckles. “Take me as your vessel or whatever. I say yes.” Cas is the only angel Dean would say yes to, but he doesn’t need to know that. He doesn’t need to know anything about Dean’s feelings, they’d just hurt both of them in the long run.

#spnangelbang #spnangelbang promos #destiel fic #destiel art #author: atlas-pie #artist: seidenapfel

[boltlightning]

Writing game: 2!

2. that makes me laugh

admittedly i sneak a lot of snarky descriptions into my writing but overthink the delivery so much that it stops being funny and starts being annoying to me on rereads 🥴 THAT SAID the tone of the potc dragonfics are silly enough to let me make overt jokes that tickle me, like this little bit from an older chapter:

“Him. Lookout,” [Elizabeth] corrects, without thinking. Tense already, Will immediately stops rowing. “For what?” he asks sharply. “No, Lookout is his…” A chill runs down Elizabeth’s spine, and her gut turns uncomfortable. She spins around and searches the water. Dark scales flashes from beneath the surface, almost invisible but for the ripple of seafoam jetting in their wake. “Look out!” Lookout erupts from the surface, bringing with him a great wall of water which crashes mercilessly over their boat.

and the followup, later, when lookout is attacking their ship:

Before he goes below to organize the gunners, Gibbs shoves a rifle into Elizabeth’s arms. “You’re the expert, so you’re on Lookout lookout,” he says quickly. “Keep him away!”

excerpt asks!

#the other dragons' names are pretty on the nose for similar reasons but none were so obvious as lookout #ask me about the brief period 400000 drafts ago when lookout was named albatross #thank you anon!! <3 #ask game #excerpt game

[vollzz]

biiig blackflame excerpt below the cut (5k words!). posting this for the secret story swap hence the extended length. this is quite early on - calliope has met lucas and parted ways after a daring escape together. she reunites with eves, who has delighted her with talk of spending the week together. except, of course, with eves there’s always an ulterior motive. you don’t need to be familiar with the story to follow (at least that’s my hope).

read a little, or a lot, or even the whole thing if you’d like! we’re still in first draft zone so bear that in mind. would love to hear any thoughts :)

“I want you to focus on deflection for these next few blows. Use their momentum to place me in a vulnerable position.” Eves' face seemed as fresh as if they'd just woken from a restful slumber. Calliope, on the other hand, was doubled over, her hands resting on her knees as she panted with exhaustion. Just about three hours had passed, if she'd read the length that the trees' shadows had moved correctly. “If-”

“Eves.” The word came out in between two labored breaths. “I need... a minute.”

Eves blinked, their face unchanged. “An attacker will not give you a minute, Calliope. They will murder you where you stand.”

Three more heaving breaths passed before Calliope replied. “Something tells me...” she exhaled somewhat less forcefully before standing, “...an attacker wouldn't engage me for three hours straight.” A part of her cringed internally at the snippiness of her reply.

“Do not-” Eves' voice quieted abruptly as their head turned to the side, their eyes suddenly distant. It took a moment before Calliope recognized the motion - someone was calling out to them. Calliope counted to thirty in her head, her irritation steadily growing. This was supposed to be her uninterrupted time with Eves, not a series of training sessions followed by a quick departure.

Eves blinked a few times to signal their mental return. “Very well then,” they smiled, “I suppose you've done enough. What do you say to a trip in the city? We've urgent business to attend to.”

It wasn’t quite a question, and Calliope hesitated to respond. She'd avoided the city of Lorien like the plague since shortly after she'd entered Eves' service. With a small swallow she mustered a nod despite the odd choice of words; she certainly did not have business in that chaotic sprawl of a place.

Calliope had hardly given her reply before a jeweled hand grasped her arm and whisked the two of them away in a flash of wind and darkness. The journey passed in a blink of her eyes; when she was able to focus once more, the brick-and-foliage of a square courtyard settled into her view. A black iron gate, pointed at its tips, greeted her from the other end of the square. Just outside of it stood two comically dressed individuals stoically gripping spears in their gloved hands.

Calliope was not personally acquainted with the vibrant sky blue and seafoam green alternating between stripes of black, but she knew all too well of the crest they hailed from. The royal family of the southern provinces, helmed by the silent King Brentiss, had kept the pompous uniform of their guard untouched for centuries.

Eves' hand dropped Calliope's after a reassuring squeeze. They seemed undeterred by the presence of the royal guard, a stark contrast to the stiffness now pervading through Calliope's body. There wasn't much she could see beyond the courtyard's towering walls but this area didn't quite match where she'd known the palace grounds to be. It struck her as extraordinarily odd that she would accompany them on such a venture. She'd never had any direct dealings with royals, and for good reason - the less any of them knew of her identity the better for everyone involved. Eves had always been more than happy being the one to rub elbows with people in power, and for that Calliope was grateful.

“Calliope.” Eves inclined their head, directing her attention to a lone, unmanned door leading into an adjacent building. “As always, you represent not just yourself but your deity. You will present yourself as such, yes?” There was no trace of anger or irritation in their tone, yet Calliope could feel it brewing in her bones.

Calliope nodded, lifting her chin, and adopted the cool demeanor she wore when conversing with clients. Eves gave an approving nod.

The unassuming door yielded easily to the turn of its handle; Calliope stepped across the building’s threshold in the same lithe manner as the deity in front of her, silently shutting it as she passed.

The building’s interior felt as sterile and decorated as the many unused guest homes Calliope had trespassed over the years. The intention of the decor was nothing to scoff at, though the pristine velvet finishings and gleaming wooden floors gave the impression that this home was more a showroom than anything else - another gleaming jewel for a rich man to gesture towards while swaggering by.

“Eves, it’s truly a pleasure.” A soft-spoken male voice drifted from the stairwell next to the brick of the fireplace. Calliope turned as footsteps trudged downwards, giving a face to the sound. “Thank you for your time.”

He’d stopped at the foot of the stairs a healthy few feet from the deity with an incline of his raven-haired head. Eves merely stood, appearing almost bored, their hands tucked into the pockets of their black trousers. The man, who had yet to acknowledge Calliope, waited a few moments in silence, seemingly put off by Eves’ lack of response.

“My time is exceedingly valuable, Tedrin,” they finally said, “I suggest you utilize it accordingly.”

Tedrin smiled, looking downwards as if embarrassed. His well-manicured hands clasped together. “Of course.” Brown eyes finally veered from the deity to glance up and down at Calliope. “To whom do I have the pleasure?”

The beginnings of anxiety began to brew in Calliope’s insides. She stowed them away for a later time when she didn’t need to be as aloof as the god standing before her. “My name is Calliope.”

A smile. “Tedrin Aramos, that of Brentiss’ name. I hope you’ll understand the need for such secrecy - I’d prefer all business of this nature to be kept away from my uncle’s field of view.” Calliope dipped her head, as it was customary for Lovers to be of few words with clientele. “I take it that Eves has informed you of all the necessary details?”

Calliope looked to Eves for some indication of any such details, only to be met with a gaze betraying nothing. Their honeyed voice filled the room.

“Of course, though I’d like you to go over everything once more to assure we are all equally informed.” They strode silently to a nearby table and took a seat, gesturing for Tedrin and Calliope to do the same. Calliope avoided too many glances at Eves - suddenly the seemingly random set of training sessions began to make sense.

Tedrin cleared his throat, his hands splayed out on the wooden surface. “Though I have some degree of access to my uncle’s resources, I have a vested interest in certain… unscrupulous dealings occurring within the city. It would be beneficial for everyone involved if I conducted my business with an independent entity.” He addressed Calliope directly. “You may think of this position as my personal spy network. Rest assured that you won’t be involved in anything particularly dangerous - at most I need eyes and ears on private undercity happenings. This home will be your base of operations and you will only need to interface with me. And of course, you both will be compensated more than adequately for your time and service.”

Calliope’s mouth pressed into a tight line. The new clothes, the training, the promise of extended time spent together… it had all been in preparation for whisking her away to the city. She trained her eyes on the pattern of the wooden table, painfully aware of the golden eyes burning holes into the side of her head and the slight drop in the room’s temperature.

“How long do you expect to need my assistance?” A bold question, but still reasonable enough that she could feign innocence if pressed.

Tedrin thought for a moment. “I would expect this to be a long-term position. Though,” he smiled, “I can assure you that you will not want for anything during your tenure here.”

“Very well. Tedrin,” Eves stood abruptly from their seat and flicked a finger upwards in Calliope’s direction, “a moment?”

Tedrin’s mouth opened to speak, but Eves’ hand tapped Calliope’s shoulder and whisked them away before any sound left it. They’d arrived in a bedroom that looked to already contain all of Calliope’s belongings. The deity now leaned against the bedroom door, arms crossed, expression unreadable. Judging from the room's temperature Calliope figured they weren’t angry, but she could never quite be sure.

“I see you are not amused with this venture.” The statement was more matter-of-fact than accusatory.

Calliope swallowed, unsure of how to navigate the situation. Assignments like these were exactly that - there was no room for negotiation. “Why?”

Eves sighed. “You are the only one capable of it. He needs someone with extensive knowledge of Lorien - you ran about this area for three years, did you not?”

“I did, but I don’t particularly like Lorien. You know that.” The reality of the situation wore down on Calliope’s façade, bringing stuffiness in her nose and glassiness in her eyes. There were far too many memories roaming within the city’s walls, stretching from joyous to not quite so - and then, of course, there was the night that both filled her soul and ripped it all into nothing.

Delicate hands clasped Calliope’s face, followed by the cool imprint of lips on her forehead. “Calliope,” Eves crooned, “I love you, darling. I trust you. I know this may be difficult for you, but think of how this will aid us. No more sleeping in those dreadful inns. Tedrin will pay you handsomely, I swear it. And…” another kiss gently pressed to her lips, “I need a reliable base in the city. We no longer have eyes in the court - the king now conspires with Greylin.” Knuckles clad in silver wiped away tears that had yet to fall.

“Come now - we show no weakness.” With a sigh Calliope weakly nodded. Eves wanted the best for her, that she knew in the deepest reaches of her heart. She decided to make the best of what had been thrust upon her and make Eves proud. She would reassure them that they made the right decision to entrust her.

And try as she might, Calliope could not argue with the fact that a city as dense and lauded as Lorien would have an abundance of shady resources to track missing people down.

Eves grabbed Calliope’s hand to go back downstairs, but paused. Their voice dropped significantly in volume, their lips inches from Calliope’s ear.

“I do not like him. Stay on your guard.” Leaving no time for her to process their words, Eves whisked them to stand once more in front of a hesitant Tedrin.

“I will be in touch. May this be the beginning of a beneficial arrangement.” They spared a final, smiling glance towards Calliope. “Until next time, darling.” They promptly disappeared in a flash of darkness.

Silence crept about Calliope's newly acquired living room. In all honesty she had hoped Tedrin would take his leave - the day had already proved to be exhausting. Unfortunately, he instead rifled through the drawers of a nearby cabinet and grabbed what looked to be a small booklet stuffed with thick paper. He cleared his throat before laying everything out on the table.

“I've already made the necessary preparations for your documents of rightful passage. Eves tells me you're familiar with Lorien's entrance and exit verification?”

Calliope leaned across the table and picked up a small, thick rectangle of paper. Intricate calligraphy marked the center of the page followed by an embossed representation of the royal crest:

BY DECREE OF THE ROYAL FAMILY ARAMOS OF VIVEN

This document hereby grants its bearer full rightful passage throughout the Free City of Lorien. All interested parties please direct queries to:

Tedrin Aramos

The name had been added with a flourishing script in midnight blue ink. Calliope's eyebrows raised - legitimate passage papers granting anything more than the weakest degree of travel within the city were hard to come by for the common folk. She brought the paper closer to her face, squinting her eyes to inspect the printing quality. “Is this real? I've never seen one quite this detailed.”

Tedrin chuckled. “Of course it's real. Though I have some quite good forgeries as well.”

Calliope considered the statement, finally ripping her eyes away from the passage paper. “If it's not forged, this had to have been personally reviewed by Brentiss - who did you tell him it was for?”

“You ask a lot of questions, don't you?” The noble's arms had crossed, but his tone seemed playful enough. “I suppose I can say. While I doubt you'll come into contact with many inquisitive folk, the answer I've settled on is that you’re a mistress of mine. It's expected, gives enough gossip for those wanting to wag their tongues, and is secretive enough that none will press further upon hearing it.”

Calliope's eyes narrowed. “Will I be expected to make any appearances with you under this guise?” Tedrin wouldn't be the first to concoct an elaborate scheme for a chance at a Lover, but he would be the boldest - none of the others ever had direct dealings with Eves.

“No! Absolutely not. It's only so everyone hears the same story, Miss Calliope.” His eyes had widened considerably. For now, Calliope allowed herself to believe him, in the way he seemed so surprised at her assumption. She quickly placed the document in her hand back onto the table and scanned the rest - nothing too exciting, mostly stacks of various currencies and maps of a few of the city's districts. By all accounts it seemed like a legitimate array of documents for a legally questionable job.

“Well, then,” Tedrin clasped his palms together, “take a look around the home at your leisure. Anything you see here is at your disposal, and should you need anything please be in contact. I'm not sure if you had a glimpse of the royal guard positioned outside, but rest assured they're only accompanying me today. You'll be largely alone here, though Eves mentioned you prefer that.”

Calliope nodded. “Thank you, Tedrin.” He began to walk towards the front door, but stopped to rest his back against it.

“On one of those maps there's a location circled with red ink and another with black. Should I need to contact you I'll leave a note for you at the red location - please check it every day sometime in the afternoon. You may do the same with me at the black location, and should I have any urgent business I'll come straight here. Does that sound sufficient for you?”

“That's perfect.” The more time she had to herself, the better, and as little interaction as possible with her client was always preferable.

At that, Tedrin cast a quick wave and departed with a smile. Calliope locked the door behind him, crossed her arms, and surveyed what had become her temporary home. The doors and windows, which were plentiful, all boasted a robust series of locks, which gave Calliope hope that Tedrin would not be yet another miserable client of hers to deal with. Satisfied with the assessment, she ascended to the bedroom, wondering if this new chapter might just wipe away the stain that Lorien held across her heart.

***

“Passage documents.”

Calliope handed the gruff man the letter she kept under close guard. This would mark her eighth daily pilgrimage to the northeastern district, to the muggy alleyway Tedrin had marked on the map that lay on her dining room table. She'd already grown tired of the bureaucratic song and dance and hoped that after enough time passed both sets of guards she'd encountered would know her by sight. Eves had trained her well - after not even two weeks Calliope had already mentally cataloged the shift changes at every major passing point in the city.

Eight days in Lorien, eight bridges she crossed on the journey there and back, eight already-failed opportunities to gather intel on them, if they even still existed.

Calliope huffed a breath, a reprimand for even entertaining the thought. No, they were out there somewhere - she was sure of it.

“Next!” The paper found its home back in Calliope's breast pocket.

The northern district was nearly the most affluent of the five Lorien was comprised, second only to its crown jewel in the east. Calliope was one of a select few able to traverse the boundary into the district of the royal court, thanks to Tedrin's connections. It still intrigued her that he'd pulled the strings to grant her full passage - would she be expected to spy on the royals themselves at some point in the future? If Greylin truly had sunk his claws into Brentiss there was no possibility Eves would allow her scent anywhere near his brutish minions.

Nothing to worry about now, at least.

Calliope strutted through the northern district, feeling a wad of bills burning a hole in the thigh pocket they'd been stuffed into. The shops here were quite tantalizing, and truth be told Calliope had never felt this rich before. What she'd thought was a monthly payment had actually turned out to be a weekly one - it was quite the welcome surprise when the envelope of money had appeared in her mailbox yesterday.

Still, Calliope walked on. The stores could wait until after she'd tended to whatever Tedrin had decided to ask of her today. He'd thankfully been rather light on duties in the past week, clearly giving her some time and space to catch her bearings. Though he hadn't explicitly described the heist as such, Calliope knew she'd passed her introductory exam with flying colors, though it hadn't been particularly difficult. If all Tedrin wanted her to do was tail drunk nobles and see what ruffians they paid in the darkness, well, she wouldn't complain. It gave her plenty of time and resources to begin building an interconnected web of eyes and ears in the city.

Calliope hooked a finger around the corner of a brick with barely any mortar surrounding it. A fresh piece of parchment lay hidden inside, making her purse her lips. She'd been hoping, selfishly, for another free day - just the night prior Calliope had chanced upon the trail of what looked like a prominent trafficker in the city. It churned her insides to think that anyone with such a profession would have information she'd need, but missing people often found themselves being exchanged under dirty hands.

The note was surprisingly short, written in Tedrin's signature blue ink.

Nothing today, but big news tomorrow. Take time to prepare as you usually would.

Calliope made a pleased hum as the note burned to ashes in her hands. Preparations were simple, and a particularly beautiful weapon had already been beckoning for her on the way here. Perhaps she could alleviate the burden of the cash in her pocket after all.

***

Calliope lounged on a midnight-blue couch in her living room, scribbling notes onto a fresh map of Lorien she'd picked up that evening. Her search for the trafficker had been largely a bust, but that was to be expected. There were far too many people bustling about on a warm weekend night for her to be able to zero in on a criminal's scent. Anything further would have to wait until later in the week.

The sound of the clock on the wall striking two nearly made her jump out of her skin.

“Tsch.” Calliope rolled her eyes. Now was probably a good time to call it a night. She stood, folding up the map and blowing out the candle on the side table.

Two thuds against her front door froze Calliope in her tracks. She waited, unsure if it was just a drunken passerby banging on random doors as they stumbled home. Although, it didn't quite sound like it, considering said drunken fools were typically loud, and this person was otherwise quiet.

Another bang on the door. Shadows worked their way up Calliope's body. She walked towards the nearest stash of weapons in the living room, her eyes never leaving the door.

Of course it couldn't be this simple.

Thirty seconds passed in silence, only interrupted by the distant hum of the last wave of bar patrons traveling home. Calliope backed up the stairs, armed with a blade and a few throwing knives. Hopefully she wouldn't have to soil the nice floorboards with some idiot's blood - either way, she'd make Tedrin deal with it in the morning considering this home was his idea.

The door opened forcefully, swinging the full semicircle trajectory its hinges allowed. Calliope flattened herself against the wall, sinking deeper into the shadows and waiting for a moment to strike. At least, until the intruder took two steps inside and the moonlight illuminated him from behind.

Calliope's shadows melted from her figure, the dagger already stowed away.

“Tedrin? What are you doing here?”

She'd already started treating the place as hers, she realized, as she trotted down the steps and snapped her fingers to light a few candles. It felt comforting that she felt the need to make the place presentable for her guest.

Tedrin closed the door behind him, smiling sheepishly at Calliope.

“Ah, hello. I knocked.”

“...Right. Although it seems like you have a key.”

We'll have to chat about that tomorrow.

“I figured I'd knock first, not just barge in on you.” He hadn't moved since closing the door, his feet planted in place next to one another. It could have been the dim lighting, but to Calliope it seemed almost as if his eyes were somewhat glazed over. Tedrin also looked somewhat older than he had when she'd first arrived - her eyes were drawn to the beginnings of fine lines around the corners of his eyes and mouth.

Every passing moment in silence made Calliope itch to draw her weapon again. Against her better instincts she refrained from doing so.

Tedrin finally cleared his throat. “I was around. Wanted to check in on you, see how you're doing.” He took a step forward.

Calliope was not naïve, but she also could not afford to offend her temporary employer in the event her instincts had veered off course. She raised her eyebrows, giving a quick toothless grin, and headed for the stairs. “Things are great, thanks for asking. I was actually about to head to bed.” She turned to face him again, now halfway up the steps. “We can talk more tomorrow-”

“Hold on a moment, please. Come back down.”

Calliope slowly descended the steps after a moment of pause. Tedrin approached, and it was only then that she caught the faintest scent of liquor on his breath. Something strong, maybe even a bit medicinal.

“What is it?”

Don't mess this up. Maybe he just doesn't know boundaries...?

“I've been thinking, is all.”

Another step.

“How often does Eves come around?”

Calliope took the opportunity to make some distance. She feigned thought, pacing around to the other side of the room and leaning against the wall. “It depends on how busy they are. Do you need me to call out to them? They can always hear me.” She hoped it didn't sound too much like the threat she meant it to be.

Tedrin seemed to consider this, but his eyes narrowed. Once again he took it upon himself to invade her personal space.

“Do you and Eves really...?”

Calliope allowed herself to glare at him. “That's an inappropriate question. May I get some rest? We can discuss whatever you want in the morning.” She moved once more for the stairs, but a hand lightly grasped her elbow.

“Calliope,” Tedrin crooned, “I can't say I know too much of Eves, but regardless of what your arrangement is, I wonder if we couldn't come to one ourselves.”

“Excuse me?” Her hand found its way to her dagger's hilt.

“Oh, don’t play coy with me. It’s strictly professional for you, isn’t it?” Tedrin moved his hand to Calliope's shoulder, leering over her, giving it a squeeze. “I’ll compensate you, if that’s how you operate.”

Any other person, any other situation, and Calliope would have incapacitated him long before it had escalated to this point. But she froze, her hand still around her dagger's hilt. This was wrong, and something that Eves would never allow or approve of. But...

We no longer have eyes in the court - the king now conspires with Greylin.

Eves needed her - they trusted her to help them against their gravest enemy. And that tiny, selfish part buried within her wondered if this opportunity was the one desperate shot she needed right now.

No. Absolutely not. Eves will kill him, and then probably kill me.

Calliope was not a prostitute.

“Get off of me,” she nearly growled, drawing her dagger and brandishing it.

Tedrin tutted - not the response she'd expected. He wrapped his free hand around hers, forcing the dagger downwards.

“If you stop me, I'll have Brentiss send Greylin for Eves.”

Calliope paused, her rage swiftly replaced with fear. A wicked smirk grew on Tedrin's face.

“I know for a fact he'd take any reason to harm them, and it looks like you know it too.”

Please stop. Please go away and leave me alone. I'll forget about this, I swear. I need to show Eves I can do this.

Please, I can’t let them down.

“This doesn't have to be a fight. I wager you'll enjoy-”

The candles snuffed out, cloaking the room in near-complete darkness. Tedrin's words hung on his lips as he turned to inspect them, his hands still clutching tightly to Calliope. She noticed his breath leave his nose in an icy cloud and nearly cried with relief.

A raging, ghostly cloud of shadows flashed in front of Calliope, grabbing tightly onto Tedrin. Eves' body materialized as they slammed him against the nearest wall, one cruel hand wrapped tightly around his neck, the other splayed across his stomach.

“Putrid, vile mortal,” they hissed, withdrawing his choking body from the wall only to slam it once more, “You dare disrespect me?” Blood had splattered onto their arms and the flowing, white buttoned shirt they wore tucked into black pants.

Tedrin gasped for air, his words practically a squeak.

“Brentiss will...”

Eves' wicked laughter filled the room. Calliope had not yet moved, fearful of this side of her deity.

“You believe Greylin to be his dog. How mistaken you are to think you have the privilege to take that which is mine.” Tedrin sputtered as the hand around his neck tightened.

“You,” he feebly gripped Eves' arm, “Can't-”

Eves tutted. They roughly threw his half-limp body onto the stairs, leaning over him with an elbow pressed on their bent knee. Tedrin twitched and moaned, too fearful to move, his eyes that of a wounded animal.

“Shall I cut out your blasphemous tongue? Render you impotent?”

Tedrin said nothing, though Calliope would have been surprised if he’d been able to speak. Eves glared at his broken figure through narrowed eyes.

“No, I suppose not. Your pitiful life is not worth the headache.”

They leaned their face down to Tedrin’s, so close that Calliope nearly worried they might kiss him. A savage hand, the nails practically claws, tightly gripped a fistful of black hair. Golden eyes traveled the length of Tedrin’s face, coming to rest on his mouth.

“Even now,” they murmured, “I feel your desire for me.” The god chuckled - an angry, smug sound.

Their mouth moved towards his ear. Tedrin’s entire body trembled, and Calliope struggled to hear Eves’ words. The hand gripping his hair tensed, snapping some of the strands.

“I can feel your desire for her.”

Calliope’s breath left her mouth in small, quick clouds. She fought against the constant tremors in her hands. Eves had become deathly still.

“Squeal to your uncle if you wish, pig, but do you really trust that Greylin will save you? I have spent thousands of years inhabiting this plane with him, yet you expect your word will fell me?” They barked out a laugh, grinning.

Two beats passed. With a scoff, Eves stood, discarding a tuft of hair from their spotless hands with disgust. Their shirt was once again a bright, clean white.

They appeared in front of Calliope, their face half-faded into the room's shadow. Sharp, black lines of makeup ran along their upper eyelids, extending a few centimeters beyond the bounds of their lash line.

“Darling.” Hands caressed her face. Thumbs lightly stroked her bottom lip. “Are you all right?”

It was all Calliope could do not to sigh with relief that they hadn't misinterpreted the situation. She buried her face into their chest, her arms pressing tightly around their torso.

“I’m okay,” she spoke into their clothing before freeing her face to look at them, “Thank you. Gods, I love you, Eves.”

A knowing smile bloomed on Eves' face. “I will always heed your calls, my love. Now tell me,” their tone turned sour, “Did he dare lay a finger on you?”

“No.” None of it mattered anymore, and she didn't really care to see Eves murder Tedrin. All Calliope wanted was to get out of this godsdamned city and never set foot inside its grounds again.

“Good.” They turned their head, making sure Tedrin had not moved. He seemed to still be alive, but judging by the rise and fall of his chest Calliope guessed he’d passed out. Eves slowly, lovingly, brought their lips to hers, and she sunk into their grasp. She savored the feel of them for the few brief moments before they pulled away, leaving a palpable emptiness in their absence.

They didn't bother asking before whisking her away. They'd saved her once again from that dreadful hell of a city.

She would repay them. She would fight for Eves until her dying breath.

It was all a desperate Lover could do.

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if you got this far (and even if you didn’t!) ty for reading!!

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#this was fun to write #also would love to check out any longer excerpts like this y’all may have! #blackflame #writes #writeblr

[wolfpants]

tension or sky for the ask game, please! :D

You got it! Here's a little something from The Holly and the Ivy 🖤

Breathless, Draco retrieved the Snitch from his pocket and let it go. It buzzed between their heads before flying off into the morning sky.  They played for two hours, until Potter won. He caught the Snitch by the water’s edge, the tail of his broom skimming the surface of the shore, spraying seafoam and getting them both wet. Draco flew up behind him and they rode together, landing on the castle’s parapet, snow skidding beneath their wet feet on impact. They tossed their brooms away simultaneously. Draco grabbed Potter by the upper arms and walked them backwards through the closest door, his vision quickly obscured by dark hair and his own eyelids as he sought the magnetic heat of Potter’s mouth, all sense and temperance shattering behind him, lost to the winds as they blew across the sea.

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#ask #ask game #writing #drarry #drarry fic

[freds-keep]

Echoing from the carved walls, ghostly voices spoke: "Hear us now, Father, and give unto us your knowledge and light. Let those we have wronged, forgive us for our transgressions. Let those we have wounded, seek peace in their way. Bring us to your Kingdom, that of the Moon. Protect us from the evil we imbue in ourselves." Interesting attire on the statue. Traditionally, The Admin is depicted in more masculine clothing, yet this statue's creator has carved him wearing a silk dress, to compliment the robes of the Seven Sentinels, his first-born children. Will this place be the key to getting this gauntlet off of Jack's arm? I hope so; the poor guy looks so nervous. --- Excerpt taken from the journal of a dead adventurer, circa 3E 191. Transcribed by Jack Marigold, 18th of 12, 4E 9.  Oliender Seafoam is an original character. Story Mode is (c) Telltale Games and Mojang

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#my art #mcsm oliender #the doomed #mcsm #minecraft story mode #mcsm au #mcsm hadrian #mcsm harper #mcsm soren #mcsm otto #mcsm mevia #mcsm oc #minecraft story mode oc

[yoyokoolaid]

How’s the next chapter of with seafoam wrinkled fingertips going? 👀

I’m about halfway done 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Since I’m incredibly slow these days (😭) here’s an excerpt that happens to be very special to me x

Oranges taste different here. Kiara seems to think so too, as he hands her some more, the fruit perfectly split in half between them. The pads of her fingers brush his knuckles as she does so, and JJ breathes in the scent of citrus and lavender and trains his eyes on a patch of dirt that lingers, just beneath her left cheekbone.

Kiara hates peeling oranges. She hates the way their smell clings to her fingers; how messy it gets to cut into one, juice bursting out and leaving her skin sticky. He knows because he’s been the recipient of her wrinkled nose and huffs about it since he was eleven years old.

JJ would peel her a thousand oranges, if she wanted. He’s prepared to do it everyday.

#my asks #my writing

[animartiin]

"This has been the introduction and I thank you for your taking your time to read this, as well as wish that you, my much appreciated reader, enjoy whatever becomes of your life however crazy things end up getting around here."

Excerpt from Of the Empires by Annalise of Rivendell, introduction, page 1.

You wake up. You think and you feel and you take in the sights and sounds and smells for the first time ever. Senses are... strange but exciting in a good way. So new, so shiny, so wow... You can't help but feel more than a little in awe of everything.

Except something gives you pause.

Your wizard, your creator, the reason for your existence, isn’t here. Why isn’t she here?

At first, you stay there. Sitting obediently. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. You don’t know how much time passes. Days? Weeks? Or is it just hours?

It gets lonely. You learn quickly that you are not a patient being.

You decide that there’s no point in staying still. No, better to do something. Better to be — what’s the word? “Proactive”? Yes, that’s it.

At first, your movements are a little stiff, unused to doing such things as you are, but you quickly get the hang of them. Each step comes easier and easier until you forget how you could ever have found it so difficult.

It’s when you’re wandering, aimlessly as you always will in the many long years to come, that you meet her.

An elf on the road to who knows where. She's horseback and accompanied by a chicken on her lap.

What catches your eye first is her hair. You scrabble for the right words to describe it. “Seafoam green”. That’s it. You thank your wizard for her help, even though she can’t hear you. Such a pretty, soft shade. So unlike the purple of home. You wonder what she would think of it. Would she like it? You think she likes cute things - pretty colours are cute, right? - so maybe she would.

The second thing you notice is the fact she’s wearing armour and carrying weapons. All shimmering. All made of the same black-ish material. 

What’s that called? Again, your wizard saves you. Second-hand knowledge appears to you and tells you “enchanted” and “netherite”.

Just as with the colour, you store away the knowledge for later.

Years and years from now you’ll get better at this sort of thing. Remembering what things are and what they mean without having to rely on the innate knowledge your wizard has kindly provided you with. But today is not then. That day won’t be coming about for a long while… Today, you’re just young and curious. 

You walk right up to her, having not yet known nerves. You are not bold but you are not shy either. 

The elf seems almost to startle at your sudden approach. An odd expression flashes across her face, quicker than you can think to try and decipher its meaning. Despite that, she smiles at you and as you walk towards her she steps down from her horse. She does not lower her weapon. But at the same time, she seems peaceful enough. You don’t think she means you any harm. Smiling is good, right? And she hasn’t made any moves to attack. None at all.

Now that you’re closer, you start noticing a few details you couldn’t before. A mix of red and white sand and dirt and soot coats her clothes and boots. The little bare skin of hers you can see is sunburnt and scarred. Her face is probably one that belongs to a young woman, barely out of adolescence if that, but the tiredness and shadows etched into it make it seem far older.

You greet her. But not with a returned smile, no. Your mouth isn’t really designed to go that way. Rather, you ask her name. As your wizard says is polite. 

She gives it you freely, presenting it with a bow as she does so. The act is clumsy, unexpectedly uncoordinated for one with a sword at her hip and another clasped in her hand but it brings a little smile to her weary face so you don’t mention it.

She tells you that her name is “Annalise”, that she is of the fallen Rivendell. That her job before “The Disasters” was that of a “bodyguard-for-hire”, a protector so she’s decided to help look for survivors. Tells you that the animals beside her are her pets (“Grimbee” and “Slimesey”), that they are her partners too, that she could not do her work without them.

She asks your name, asks where you’re from, if you have anyone to go to.

Undecided. Crystal Cliffs. Maybe, you don’t know, she seems to have disappeared.

“A-A lost child, huh?”

Her tone is cheerful enough but that lightness in itself feels heavy. Even an amateur at life like yourself can tell how her voice trembles, how the words almost catch in her throat. Especially when she speaks of “Rivendell” and “survivors”.

You find it odd that she makes no mention of family. You know those born of flesh and blood have them as a rule. You suspect the reason why is that they’re dead considering the “fall” of her home.

Thinking that your wizard would wish for you to do so and wanting the company anyway, you ask her if you might be allowed to accompany her. If you might be allowed to talk and walk with her.

She agrees, to your mild surprise. 

In the future, that surprise will become unsurprising. It’s just a fact of things. People don’t always do as you expect.

It’s from that moment that the pair of you begin travelling together. You helping her to locate and aid survivors and care for her numerous pets. Her telling you of her own various exploits and those of the fallen kingdoms’ rulers. It’s an equal trade, probably. Maintaining existing lives and learning of old ones.

She keeps up a running commentary almost the entire time, words falling out one after another, as though she’s afraid that if she stops something awful will happen. 

Time passes by quickly and, almost before you realise it, your work is done. 

You choose to part ways. Thank each other for the companionship and leave. It was a pleasant time but it will not kill you to make your own way.

Very little can kill you. You weren’t designed to die after all.

You come to like solitude, being able to choose who and what and why and where and when you interact with others.

You meet again a long time after, when the elf is older than any of her still living fellows and her seafoam green hair is no longer so vibrant as it was in her youth, and now you’re the only one left over from those times.

The elf known as Annalise - born of Rivendell but succumbing to death long after it - has all but been forgotten in these times.

That she was an animal lover, with a somewhat strange taste in names when it came to her pets. That she moved far from home at a young age and picked up a sword to protect as many as possible from that which lurks in the dark. That she had learnt how to fish on a whim, that she had been the one to teach you.

All these things have been forgotten by almost everyone. All except her writing. That, at least, outlives her.

But while most of the original texts have long since worn away to dust or mulch, surviving only through transcriptions and word of mouth, in this case that’s enough. 

Even if in present they are considered merely to be the stuff of myth and children’s stories, at least they are still remembered. She would love that much if nothing else. That others, countless years still on, still wish to hear and read her words. That some of her favourite phrases and anecdotes still live and breathe.

—————

"I started writing this maybe a few days shy of my fifteenth birthday (shortly before or after I can't remember right this moment) and now, a handful of years later, I believe that it is ready to be published. I'm still rather young as far as elves go and I'll be the first to admit I'm not especially wise but I think we can all agree that a lot has happened over these past several years. So much that this a single, simple book couldn't hope to encompass it all.

This text has not been written with the intent of rhyme or reason and I sincerely hope that the few who read it do not expect as such. I simply wish to attempt to organise my thoughts in regards to the various things that have been happening of late in a way that makes sense to me personally. If this helps any others then, well, that would be merely an unintentional but happy side-effect.

This has been the introduction and I thank you for your taking your time to read this, as well as wish that you, my much appreciated reader, enjoy whatever becomes of your life however crazy things end up getting around here.

Thank you,

Annalise of Rivendell"

--

The text above is among the last surviving pieces of writing from prior to the series of apocalyptic events described as “The Rapture” in the Ocean Queen’s Records. 

While it was written at an unknown point prior to the introduction of the A.R. (After Rapture) calendar, given context clues from the rest of the text it can be presumed the exact date of its publishing was within ten years prior to the tragedy. 

Currently, this particular copy has been left in the safe-keeping of one Mr Pixlriffs, whom, with the permission of the donator (an anonymous citizen of Tumble Town), has hopes of using it to aid in his ambition of preserving records of the past.

#fancy writes #empires smp fanfic #empires smp #empiresblr #esmp #my writing #dangthatsalongname #geminitay #pixlriffs #empiresona: annalise #empiresona: jack #crossover #(technically speaking) #I hope that the formatting isn't messed up #wanted to continue the tradition from the previous two parts of having the summary bit at the top #unfortunately I couldn't manage to get it to go the same way it was...

[aurathian]

WIP Wednesday 6/1/22

Happy Pride Month—I’m posting something from my Zeldas mom x Urbosa fic, though this excerpt doesn’t feature both of them. enjoy :)

The first time the princess of Hyrule met her betrothed, she was… underwhelmed, to say the least. She was six and there he was, at the small age of four, scrawny and bruised from playing in the gardens of his own castle. His hair was a tousled brown, reaching to about his ears in a mess of thick waves. The only thing that caught the princess’s attention were his eyes, which were similar to hue in hers—both bore a striking seafoam green gaze.

“Hello,” the princess said after a moment of hesitation. She curtsied, but not all the way, keeping her eyes trained on his. Her blonde hair fell against her face, stray strands brushing her cheeks.

“H-hi…” the little boy muttered back, bowing meekly. He stumbled a little, unsure of his stance in his shiny brown boots and deep green coat, which the princess had been told was the color of his kingdom, akin to how Hyrule had its blue. The boy’s eyes shifted to the broad, tall stature of his father standing beside him.

As the young princess was one to do, she tuned out the sound of talking adults as her betrothed’s father shook the hand of her mother pleasantly, exchanging courteous words and diplomatic speech. Her eyes flicked to each movement the boy made, each shift of his feet and twitch in his face, every crack of his knuckles and every sneaky glance at her.

This, certainly, was not what she’d envisioned as her husband-to-be. From the time she could consciously understand the words her mother read to her at bedtime, the little princess had dreamed of a dashing knight coming to save his fair lady, just like in the stories. He’d be tall, dashing, and strong, defeating the dragon guarding the tallest tower in the kingdom in which she was imprisoned.

Instead, she got some… toddler, dirty and scraped and in crucial need of a bath, spoiled rotten from the looks of it (but what royal wasn’t?). Certainly this was some mistake, right? A silly joke played by the Goddesses, a prank to humble her. Alas, it was not, and she knew it when her mother nudged her ever so slightly forward.

#zelda #loz #the legend of zelda #botw #zelda’s mom #wip wednesday

[roosterbox]

Ack! I’ve done been tagged! Thank you, @mister-eames you lovely human!

Send me a number for an excerpt from a draft!

(FYI these are all the things in my drafts right now. Some, obviously, have more written than others)

1. Here We Are, Born to be Kings, We’re the NSFW Paint Shop AU (because, like the Highlander, it will never die).

Summary: Eames is the owner of a store that sells paint. To set it apart from any other paint store - and other paint in general - the paint is given very NSFW names. For example, it’s not just Seafoam Green, it’s Frothing at the Gash. It’s not just Coral Pink, it’s Cunning Linguist Coral. All the old familiar characters work there, naturally. Cobb and Mal are married. Arthur and Eames are together, but “secretly.” (that’s in quotes because they think they’re sneaky but literally everyone knows. Even some customers.) Yusuf and Ariadne have pined for each other for years, but Yusuf’s too shy to make a move. Saito, a regular customer, has become quite taken with the newest hire - college student Robert. Numerous shenanigans due to ensue.

2. Big Gay Jewish Wedding

Summary: Arthur and Eames are getting married! But there are issues on both sides that need working out. On Arthur’s side, it’s wrangling his ginormous family, who all have their own feelings about how this event should go. On Eames’ side, it’s dealing with his not-so-supportive parents. A mix of comedy and drama set to ensue.

3. The Grace Project

Not really anything to summarize here - it’s merely a concept right now. But the simplest explanation is that I’m gonna listen to Grace, by Jeff Buckley, and write whatever Cherik story ideas come to mind. Might end up a continuous story, might be an anthology of one-shots. Your guess is as good as mine!

4. Cherik Mpreg Universe mid-quel

Summary: Charles’ third pregnancy is absolutely awful, culminating in the worst thing any pregnant person or couple can ever experience. After, he and Erik pick up the pieces of their lives, and make choices regarding the further expansion of their family.

5. Original epic fantasy ‘verse

Can’t say much about this one! Partly because it’s not a fanfic, but also because the worldbuilding is exhausting, lol. But here are a few keywords: Magic! Dragons! Swords! Coming-of-Age!

6. Mermaid Horror story

Summary: A crew of sailors is paid by some unscrupulous business man to catch a mermaid and deliver it to him. They manage to find one and capture it. The mermaid proceeds to gradually kill every single member of the crew (The Little Mermaid lied to you - mermaids are damn scary, yo), save one. Also doubles as a very twisted love story… Haven’t decided on whether to make it a fic or an original short story.

7. Coffee Shop/High School Bully AU

Inspired by a post I saw here (that’s in my queue somewhere, lol). Arthur is an oft-bullied student who works part time at the local coffee shop. Eames is one of his bullies, and has been for years, even prior to high school. But a lot can change in four years…

8. Princess Bride AU

Exactly what it says on the tin. Princess Bride. Eames as Westley. Arthur as Buttercup. Other characters in other roles. Framing story is Grandpa Arthur telling the story to his grandchild.

9. Cherik Slow-Dancing Fic

Newest addition. I talked about that Cherik fic I wanted to write for years, and after posting the idea, I started thinking of ways to start. I haven’t written anything down yet, and it’s probably on the furthest back burner right now, but the seeds have been sown at least.

*heavy breathing* I think that’s all of them? Lots to do, lots to do! The Paint Shop AU is the current focus, but any time I feel inspiration I’ll add to the others. I might not have much to say on a few, but if you were to ask, I could probably share a few plot points? Stuff that will eventually happen when the story gets focused on.

Not sure who exactly to tag? I know a few people I follow have done this (or something similar) already? So I guess if you read this and want to do it, consider yourself tagged!

#i love getting tagged in things #lol #works in progress #an eclectic mix #some cherik #some inception #some original #writing is so hard yo

[megarywrites]

find the word tag game

tagged by @writingbyricochet (thanks!) and mine were: brilliant, sparkle, charge, and feather. all of mine will be taken from Seafoam, ofc

I'll tag: @thewriteflame @isherwoodj @caitlinbirenbaum @daisywords and @pinespittinink and your words will be: near, necessary, need, never, and news

brilliant

“You don’t have to use any of the hammocks if you don’t want to,” she said as she smoothly slid into the one woven from frilly, olive-green algae. “Some of the others sleep wherever they want. But I really like having my own designated space to retreat to.” I swam a little further up, to the one strung across the beams just above hers. It was made from what looked like a ship’s sail, only it had been dyed violet. At one point, it had probably been a brilliant shade, but after however long it had been submerged in the saltwater, its vibrancy had been greatly diminished.

sparkle(ing)

The sky was devoid of clouds on a day that it should have been raining. The sky was blue and clear, the sun’s warmth beating down on us, its light sparkling on the sea. Even my downcast gaze was not enough to keep the too-bright light from glaring in my eyes. The bells in the latridom started to chime as we stepped onto the cobblestone lane, the Stoli moving out from behind us, flanking our sides to keep the on-lookers and well-wishers from approaching. My chin quivered as I held my head high, willing myself not to cry. Not quite yet. Ma’s steps faltered and I slowed as the Stoli on her side reached out, holding her up. Stroking her arms and back and veil-covered hair.  “Ma,” I whispered, offering her my hand to hold.  Her trembling fingers slid between mine, and I squeezed her hand tightly before I started us walking again.

charge

Dinner for the captains was already plattered by the time we arrived. The Sorma directed us to our places, and I was in charge of serving the vina tonight—a honey-gold vina to accompany the main course, and a pale violet vina that smelled of ender blossoms for the dessert. I could feel Zeno’s gaze on me for the majority of the night, but I didn’t pay him any mind, until he kept moving his goblet out of reach. If Geros hadn’t had been there, I would have smacked the back of his head and grabbed the goblet myself. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him grinning at me when I shook my head slightly.  “Am I annoying you?” he asked softly when he finally relented and I started pouring the violet vina into his crystal goblet.  I glanced up the table, finding Geros deep in conversation with one of the other men. Something about Jou’eou refusing to trade with Grea anymore. “Of course,” I whispered back, being careful to barely move my mouth and give my speech away. His chuckle filled my ear as I moved away and onto Omero.

feather(y)

“Please, let’s head to my home. You can ask all the questions you wish along the way.”  She started forward, wriggling her nearly glowing teal tail to propel herself, the spiny, feathery fins waving around with each smooth movement. I tried to kick my feet, but they moved as one. Were my feet still bound? Again, I attempted to move, but when I looked down to inspect what was the matter, my hair bushed fluidly in my face until I frantically pushed it away.  A tail. I had one, too.

#tag game #excerpt: seafoam #wip: seafoam #mc: thala galanis #sc: solera aurado #sc: mitapi galanis #sc: zeno kokinos #sc: geros kyriaku #tc: omero kokinos #sc: mitha #quite the range today i feel like #the first one is the only one i've shared before i think

[pom-hello]

HWS Rarepair Week Day 4 // How Little We Leave Behind, Chapter 2 of 2

Written for @hwsrarepairweek2022, Day 4: Free Day.

Beta credits to the incomparable @drev-the-procrastinator and another editor who wishes to remain anonymous! Go check out DREV’s stuff, which is seriously amazing.

CONTENT WARNING: MENTIONS OF SUICIDE

Summary (excerpt from Chapter 2 included below):

On the rooftop at night, Marius catches a paper airplane carrying a message, a ribbon the brilliant color of alpine violets rippling in its wake.

Link: AO3

Status: Complete! 2/2 chapters up.

Pairing: Luxembourg/Liechtenstein

Word count: 1950

Genre and rating: romance; teen and up

Excerpt from Chapter 2, “Her Ribbon the Color of Alpine Violets”:

He is headed to the university library when he sees her.

Clear eyes the color of frothy seafoam or of pale sea glass—he cannot tell which—framed by few errant locks of hair that are flaxen in the sunlight. The rest of her hair is twisted into a high bun at the crown of her head. A half-forgotten smile lingers on her lips; he finds himself wondering, then, the title of the book she is reading.

She starts when another student calls out her name, then turns to wave and say hello.

And that is when he sees it.

Tied around the base of her bun, her ribbon the color of alpine violets ripples slightly in the breeze.

It is then that he remembers, for how could he have forgotten?

#hwsrarepairweek2022 #hetalia #hetalia fanfiction #luxliech #luxembourg x liechtenstein #aph luxembourg #aph liechtenstein

[callsigncurse]

🌹

since you're my first ask, you get two sentences.

His seafoam green eyes were several shades darker, and his hands twitched from their place in his lap. It was like he was holding himself back from reaching out to touch you, and a shiver raced its way down your spine.

excerpt from strange happenings (evergreen falls p.3)

#snow got mail! (ask.) #ask games

[beyond-the-divine-tomb-lore]

(Excerpt of) The Worlds Between; A History of Vaveral

Author: Peridot O’Coralus, Student at the University of Ralonita

In the period of an industry that Vaveral experienced, in which its elemental tools were having a boom in trade with Aswaria and VVegnolia, the Celae Empire experienced an economic crisis. Being the exporters of all things magical, no longer were there ships lining up at its ports for Celae Empire goods, as they switched to the cheaper alternative of unrestricted Vaveral trade.

In a move only described as catastrophic, in 976 AZ, The Celae Empire created a highly addictive performance-enhancing drug– made of snowberries, seafoam, and dragon scales– also known as Visage. 

This drug was only created to be spread into the Tunsia, where Genasi populations would be so addicted to the drug that they would eventually all die off due to overdosage, however, the drug instead made its way into Tucele, where it became an issue that still plagues the slums of Vaveral.

The Celae Empire’s efforts did still remain fruitful, and it still kept isolationist while Vaveral experienced severe economic decline following the release of the drug, which killed off the majority of Vaveral’s working class.

#dnd #dungeons and dragons #literature #beyond the divine tomb

[thecreativityflowsinmyveins]

I'm a mermaid, and I just want to turn into seafoam.

r.f

Lines I Might Use In Future Stories #25

#r.f #lines i might use in future stories #25 #excerpt from a story i'll never write #excerpt from a book i'll never write #spilled words #spilled thoughts #spilled ink #mermaid #im a mermaid #sea #sea foam #seafoam #ocean #water #im not okay #depression #suicide #self harm