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larissa-the-scribe · 13 hours

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I think I acquired a new mascot

A little jumping spider has been hanging out on my computer all day

#he is very cute and I hope he sticks around #and that him and Kwyl get along #they're work buddies now #scribe rambles #jumping spider

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larissa-the-scribe · 16 hours

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rainy thundery days are so good for the soul and vibes but they are not the best for walking dogs

#they're also good for making small lakes in the parking lot #and the lighting #scribe does something

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larissa-the-scribe · 2 days

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One of my friends has been trying to bully (affectionate) me into this for a while, but my holdup is that I don't know if I've actually shared enough of my stories for it to be fun. which isn't always the point with such quizzes, but--

Putting it to the public:

#polls #I also haven't made a uquiz before but I kinda want to #I just never know what to do it on #scribe does something #writerblr #also I forgot about this in drafts whoopsies

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larissa-the-scribe · 3 days

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Jeanne and Stanton!!!

They are from @larissa-the-scribe's short story, "All I Wanted Was a Cup of Tea" :D

#yes yes yes #love them #they're very well captured #I am excited to more properly introduce them. soon #hopefully #as always meadow your art is on point #cool art #my ocs #jeanne townford #percival stanton #all i wanted was a cup of tea #scribe reblogs #mithaedrir #salt and light

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larissa-the-scribe · 4 days

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🖍 Esterlina

Esterlina writing letters. 😊

#ooooooo #I love the pose and the desk #she looks very scholar #cool art #other's ocs #wednesday reblogs #scribe reblogs

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larissa-the-scribe · 4 days

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Hey, all! I'm opening up half price commissions for @christian-oc-tournament for as long as they're accepting submissions!

If you need a picture of your Original Character for a submission, you can get a simple sketch for only $2.50

If this link doesn't work, just use the code CHRISTBLR at checkout!

#signal boost!#artists #commissions #wednesday reblogs #scribe does reblogs

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larissa-the-scribe · 4 days

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Lottie! She's a werewolf whose family keeps their nature hidden. She is pretty shy and tries not to make a huge impact on those around her- afraid they'll find out what she really is. She has a crush on Wade, probably since he makes her look normal. Unfortunately she is way too nervous to say anything about it.

#oh she is very cute #I wish her the best of luck #art #cool art #other's ocs #wednesday reblogs #scribe does reblogs

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larissa-the-scribe · 5 days

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Terrarium Lights, Pt. 3.9

Previously on Terrarium Lights: the ghost begins a new existential crisis in the kitchen, pre-dawn.

The smell of buttered bread filled the kitchen. "So, is this about your friend, Samuel?" Gail asked. "Yes. And no. I… I feel bad, somehow, that I am still here and he's… not. Like, he’s a ghost, but… I might have a chance. And he…. He does not."

"Can you be sure of that?"

"Yes. It's.… Once you see it, you know."

"Hmmmm." Gail unhooked the spatula from under the cupboard, and flipped the bread.

"It's… more…. Well, he looks… different. Not like a person anymore."

"Ah." Gail wasn't quite sure what he meant by that. Maybe the state of the ghost reflected the state of the body.

"But… I'm still not quite back, and… going back… I'm not sure if I can. Or maybe I can, but it… it's… I don't know." Jonathon rubbed a hand along his arm, as if he were cold.

"You're not sure if you can properly get back into your body?" Gail interpreted.

"I have no idea one way or the other," Jonathon replied with a small laugh.

"Do you want to try it?"

Butter fizzled around bread and filled the silence of their shared space.

Gail flipped the bread again, making sure that both sides were properly browned. The second side wasn't quite finished, so she let it fall back into place.

"Honestly…" Jonathon faltered. "I don't actually know that I understand enough of my own mind to be honest. I… I want to be alive again. To have time not be so disorienting. To be able to smell the food that I know you're cooking, and taste the bread you've baked. To be able to feel moss under my fingers and have it be a solid sensation and not just three-quarters my imagination. But… I… I don't know."

"Is it because of the medical report?" Gail asked. She watched him out of the corner of her eye as she slid her spatula under the slice of toast and set it on a plate.

"I… I guess so." His head hung low on his chest. "It was hard to not be able to remember things, you know? And the doctor was theorizing that I wouldn’t remember anything when I woke up. Maybe that’s just since I got back, or maybe that includes this time, here, that I had coming back to who I was. And I don't want to lose what I've already got. And, then, besides the memories…."

Gail lowered the bacon into the pan, slice by slice. "Your sight."

"It's… it's getting worse."

The pan accepted the new offering readily, throwing spatters and sizzles of oil and new smells as the bacon settled into place.

"I had already noticed that sometimes my sight got worse, but… I thought that was purely tied to my emotional state at the time, or something along those lines. Like what we'd observed in our notes. It's been a relief this past week to have more moments when I can see properly, well enough to read from a book, or see the distance be more than just shapes and colors. But these last couple of days, since I went back to the lighthouse… those moments are becoming fewer."

Gail settled against the counter, picking up the slice of toast, juggling it a bit between her fingertips. "So, that would make sense why you hadn't done much with the books on the dinner table."

"Partially," he said. "My sight was more consistent then. Most of it was simply that I wasn’t in the mood. But… I do quite like reading. And it’s so useful. It… it's a scary thought that I might not be able to do that anymore.”

“But you're already losing your sight as a ghost," Gail pointed out with her toast, before taking a bite of it.

"Yes, but… I still have it. And… going back to my body would feel like… accepting it. Being okay with it. But I'm not okay with it."

The smell of bacon, warm, rich, salty, overtook that of the toast. Gail checked it, decided to leave them for a bit longer. She wanted to say something, to soothe the lad's fears and troubles, tell him that it would be alright and he didn't need to worry. He would get used to it, and in the end he would be okay. Lots of people have disabilities and work around them, right?

But that wouldn't help. A quick and easy answer wouldn't help a long and painful question, as she knew from losing David. If someone had told her at the funeral she would be fine with it one day, and that therefore she should be fine with it then, Michael likely would have had to stop her slapping someone. Time moved on, she knew that, but present hurts were rarely helped by rushing into a future that did not yet exist.

And she hadn't chosen to lose David. True, Jonathon wasn't choosing to lose his sight or his memories, but he was still caught on the idea of accepting it—an equally difficult trial.

"What about Mrs. Seward?" She found herself asking.

Jonathon winced. "I don't know. I… I don't want her to be sad about me, but… she's going to be sad anyway, because of her actual son. I also really don't want to have to tell her about that. But… I also might not be able to, since I may not remember. That is a whole issue in and of itself—how to tell her or how not to tell her, or if I have the right to make choices about it. But there’s also, well… I… I hate to say it, but… I don't remember her very well. I know I knew her. But when I'm not there and seeing her or hearing her… it's easy to be more selfish, and forget that I did know her."

"Does part of you, maybe, resent that you feel like you need to think about anyone else, when this is a matter that so deeply affects you?" Gail asked.

Jonathon was silent for a long moment, one of his hands picking at the hem of his vest, the other curled tightly around himself. "Yes.

#bro straight up not having a banger time #terrarium lights #the ghost #gail goffrey #the santa juliana files #inklings challenge #inklingschallenge #inklings challenge 2023 #team: lewis #genre: portal fantasy #theme: burial #theme: visiting the sick #story: finished #salt and light #first draft #scribe writes #scribe does inklings

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larissa-the-scribe · 6 days

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tbh the most annoying thing about figuring out marketing and setting it all up isn't even the thing itself but that it takes so much time away from, y'know, writing, which is why I'm doing it. They should invent more things that don't take up time.

#I know it's going to be easier once I'm past the hurdle of setting things up #because it won't take as much time to maintain #but still I feel like I haven't actually written in aeons #scribe rambles #writer problems

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larissa-the-scribe · 7 days

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oh hmmmmmm how to choose

Whump / emotional turmoil / angst

Shenanigans

Magic ✨

Good characters trying their best

Healthy relationships

Thanks for the tag!

Open tag but also more specifically @epnona-the-wisp, @enjoliquej, @alana-k-asby, @kanerallels, and @secret--psalms--saturn

Tagged by @red-akara

FIVE THINGS I LIKE TO WRITE ABOUT:

1. Reunions

2. Mysterious rooms

3. Ethereal settings

4. Hope in grim situations

5. Squabbles

Tagging @masterfuldoodler & anyone else who wants to do this (*´∨`*)ﾉ

#tag game #technically I cheated with the first one but the three are related #answer #scribe does something #writerblr

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larissa-the-scribe · 8 days

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There are two wolves inside you. One is enjoying the fresh air and wind through the window. The other is disturbed by the curtains flapping everywhere and the bright sunglare making it hard concentrate.

#true story #spring is so great but also the conditions I can function in are limited #the wolves fight a lot on windy days #scribe rambles

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larissa-the-scribe · 17 days

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Going on hiatus for a week as I will be traveling! It's for a writing conference, and I'm going with some friends/tumblr mutuals, so I'm super excited. It won't be the whole week, but it will take up the day that I normally do social media stuff on, so I doubt I will manage to get to it until the next Friday.

See you all on the other side!

#updates #scribe does something #hiatus #also if any of you are at a writer's conference in bluefield wv lemme know

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larissa-the-scribe · 18 days

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The Summons: A Salt and Light Anthology

You've been summoned. But where? Perhaps it is to the presence of the King. Perhaps an otherworldly banquet. Perhaps it is the inescapable pull of the soul to the unapproachable light. Or perhaps you've just been invited to a bible study by a neighbor? Judge wisely, dear reader, for perhaps the darkness has summoned you as well.

From opulent fantastical worlds to the magic hidden behind the veneer of the mundane, these original fairy tales by Christian authors from here on tumblr will astound and delight. Make haste, and do not delay.

The Summons debuts on October 1, 2024. Proceeds from the sale of the book will be donated to combat human trafficking.

#oh inchresting #I look forward to your career with great interest etc etc #wednesday reblogs #scribe reblogs #salt and light

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larissa-the-scribe · 18 days

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#oh she looks lovely #nice colors too #other's art #other's ocs #wednesday reblogs #scribe reblogs

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larissa-the-scribe · 19 days

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Terrarium Lights, pt. 3.8

Previously on Terrarium Lights: Gail got woken up in the middle of the night by an existential ghost.

Gail tilted her head. “Hmmmm. Is facing him about something else than just you and him being friends?”

Jonathon just sat there, not replying.

Gail gave him another few moments, but she couldn't tell what was going on in his head—whether he had accepted anything she had said, or was still thinking through it, or didn't know how to tell her that he thought she was wrong.

She listened to the pre-dawn chorus filtering in through the stillness of the house, the melodies of nightbirds still out and about—though she could hear the occasional voice of a morning bird waking up.

Finally, she stood up straight and stretched.

"Since I’m already up," she said, smothering a yawn with her shawl, "I might as well start the day. You are, of course, welcome to accompany me and talk to me, and I want to hear what’s going on with you. I don't suppose you'd like food or coffee or tea?"

He shook his head. "I can't eat or drink."

"Have you tried it?" Gail asked, half-challenging, half-curious.

He shrugged. "I can't lift a cup if it has something in it, and I have trouble with forks or spoons. But, I did give it a try. It didn't taste like anything. And I didn't feel anything from it. I don't think it stayed in me, either. I'm… not really sure what happened to it. But I tried enough to tell that there's no point in it."

"Not yet, at least," Gail said, making her way to the kitchen. “I’ll have to make you something later.”

"What do you mean?" Jonathon asked, still sitting on the table.

"Well, now that you’ve found your body, you should be able to make it back in, eventually, and be able to eat and drink normally again."

Jonathon just watched her as she pushed the lid off the water barrel to pull some out for the kettle.

"Right?" Gail said, once he didn't answer. She had missed something. Like when you take a stitch and the needle is on the other side of the fabric so you can’t quite see, but you know you did it wrong.

"I… I suppose that's true, yes," Jonathon said, attempting to make his voice sound normal.

She shook her head at herself as she finished filling the kettle. She would have been better off lighting the fire first. And she'd forgotten to set it up for it last night. Thankfully, she still had a large stack of wood by the kitchen door.

She picked up several pieces and fed them into the stove, adding some shavings into the slot along the front of the oven, then spinning the dial along the side of it. As the gears clicked into place, the shavings ignited and she and felt the satisfying woosh from the fire. It would be good for the day now, if she curated it right. Still, she added in another log for good measure, and edited the flamewatch alongside the stovetop before lighting a burner for the kettle.

"Now," she said, putting on her work apron over her clothes and hanging up her shawl, she turned back to Jonathon. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but something doesn't seem to be sitting quite right with you. Something besides your friend."

He looked down and swung his feet. "Well… I mean, there’s the whole situation. Part of me feels selfish about it, but… I just… don't really know how to talk about it."

"Mmmm."

He swung his feet wide out and hopped to the ground in the same motion, making his way into the kitchen. Leaning on the (diminished) woodpile, he crossed his arms. It was a place where he could hear and respond without raising his voice, while still staying out of Gail's way.

Gail pulled the iron skillet onto a more accessible burner, and, taking the lid off of a ladybug-shaped butter jar, sliced some off and plopped it into the pan. She popped into the pantry beside the kitchen and got some eggs and bread and a few slices of smoked bacon—commenting to herself that she really needed to do her baking, and shopping.

At this point the butter was already crackling merrily, so she plopped one of the slices of bread into the liquid gold formed in the pan—then, having completed the first step of her toast-making, she turned around to stare expectantly at Jonathon.

"Oh. Um. Maybe I just need more time to think," Jonathon said, his crossed arms looking more like an attempt at a hug. "Though, I will admit, I've been trying to do that and so far I've just made a muddle of it all. Maybe more time will fix it, maybe it won't."

"Sometimes things take time, sometimes we need to face them directly," Gail replied. "Sometimes both."

"It… it just feels like there's no solution."

#introspection time #gotta face yourself buddy boi #gail goffrey #the ghost #jonathon #terrarium lights #inklings challenge #inklingschallenge #inklings challenge 2023 #team: lewis #genre: portal fantasy #theme: burial #theme: visiting the sick #story: finished #salt and light #first draft #scribe writes #scribe does inklings

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larissa-the-scribe · 21 days

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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers :3

In no order or rank:

Creechur companions (cat and dog)

My husband

Sour candies

Rn Waltz No. 1 in B Minor, Collapse, by Hikaru Shirosu is hitting an instrumental music sweet spot (also for anyone interested, it's only a few minutes, so you should go check it out)

Sunlight on a cold day

Thanks for the ask!

#the first five things that came to mind lol #thanks for the ask!#ask #answer #scribe answers

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larissa-the-scribe · 22 days

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Reading The Four Loves by C.S. Lewis (and loving it so far), when--

"But the nature-lovers whom I have in mind are not very much concerned with individual beautiful objects of that sort. The man who is distracts them. An enthusiastic botanist is for them a dreadful companion on a ramble. He is always stopping to draw their attention to particulars."

Is this from personal experience. Is. Is he talking about Tolkien.

#which technically tolkien isn't a botanist and idk if the timeline checks out #but #the vibes check out #c.s. lewis #jrr tolkien #inklings #salt and light #the four loves #scribe rambles

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