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“Graduation.” The wizard repeats the word blankly, staring at Headmaster Ambrose like he’s grown a second head. Honestly it would be less surprising if he had grown a second head.
“Yes, the faculty is all in agreement, you have more than surpassed the requi—”
“—Our graduation.” The wizard cuts over him, and now the effect is reversed, Merle Ambrose looks confused.
“I must ask that you hurry along to the cabinet of wonders,” He starts, as though they have not spoken at all. “Mr. Lincoln is waiting to prepare you for—”
“—No.” They cross their arms. They plant their feet. They stare their headmaster down with eyes that saw the fall of Azteca, the deaths of Malistaire and Morganthe. Warm brown flashing gold in a marriage of Myth and Astral magics. “It’s our graduation, right? Mine and all the other older students—all the others who have been here longer than I have.”
“Ah, I am afraid you misunderstand, their studies are—”
“—Are what, incomplete? What part of the requirements for graduation does not attending multiple years worth of classes fall under? Or is it that you only hand out diplomas to loyal war dogs?” The words tumble out before the wizard can stop them. And honestly? They cannot bring themself to regret it.
Silence.
Heavy and tense.
“I understand your nerves have been running high due to the ongoing disappearance of Mr. Grimwater,” Merle Ambrose sounds no different than he had before they spoke. He does not flinch. They wonder somewhere if he has trained the reactions out of himself. If he is concerned about pushing a student to anger, especially one like the wizard. Afraid of making another monster. He’s never reacted to their outbursts. Not the catatonia after Dragonspyre. Not the screaming after Azteca. Not the carefully constructed barbs they had flung at him after their final day on Khrysalis. “I shall consult with the rest of the faculty on the status of your classmates, and see what can be done.”
“I can do it.” They offer, perhaps too quickly. It’s habit. It’s safety. Send me on a quest. Get me out of this room. What can I do. How can I help. “I’m sorry.” The words are bitter and dark on their tongue. They don’t let it show.
“Very well. Consult with the other professors, and have them gather before Bartleby—I will meet them there.”
“Yes, sir.”
And they do.
One by one they make the rounds.
Dworgyn first as he’s furthest away.
Then working from Moolinda to the Elementals and eventually to Cyrus.
Everyone thus far has been in agreement.
Though they can still hear the curl of I would not expect you to advocate for Mr. Stormgate.
The wizard shakes their head, half a smile forming in spite of the barely contained fount of irritation still bubbling under the surface. The idea of graduating alone, of being even further removed from their peers-who-really-weren’t. No. No they wouldn’t go through with that.
When finally they make it back to Ambrose’s office, he is already gone.
But the office itself is packed.
“Wizard!” Penny, beaming and bright. “Have you heard the news? It seems it only just got passed around—”
“—Graduation.” They reply, happy for the fact that they do not have to be the one to break this. That nobody will have to know it was not supposed to be this way. “Through the wardrobe—cabinet—whatever.” They point to the Cabinet of Wonders in the corner, and watch as the Ravenwood upperclassmen—the Dragonspyre Academy Restoration Team—file their way through the doors.
“When you weren’t here, I was worried you’d been called away to some new problem.” Malorn says, watching with them as the others file through. “I wouldn’t put it past Headmaster Ambrose to think saving the world is more important than a silly little ceremony.”
“If that were the case, I might actually agree with him on something.”
“It’s weird,” It’s quiet, those words. “I’ve been teaching other students for—oh gods, how long has it even been now—years? I don’t know what my responsibilities are going to look like after—or—”
“—Malorn.” The wizard’s expression softens, “Breathe. I imagine you can discuss all that with Ambrose afterwards—or hey, don’t discuss it, go back to the Dragonspyre Academy and start planning a curriculum there.” It’s mostly a joke, maybe only half a joke with some of the talk the others have kept up lately. “If you really want to keep teaching.”
“Oh—Spiral no—I don’t think I could go straight into teaching anyone anything beyond—well—I dunno, Wraith I suppose now. I like teaching the younger kids, I like how excited they are to learn.” He pauses, looking back at the cabinet. “It’s not just that though, I don’t ever remember seeing a graduation happen here. I’ve lived in Wizard City my whole life—most of us have aside from Penny and Nolan—it’s just—weird.”
“First time for everything.” Is time the same in the Spiral? Has their body or their counterpart or whatever it is they can slip back into on the empty leeched out Earth graduated? Are they in college? Do they have a job?
Those thoughts make the wizard’s head ache, trying to think about Earth nowadays usually does.
“Yeah. Yeah…” Malorn says finally, giving them one last smile before stepping through.
And the wizard is alone in the Headmaster’s office.
Heart pounding for no good reason.
Who are you who are you who are you who are you.
It doesn’t matter.
Time is moving.
So are they.
~*~
The grounds of Ravenwood are bursting with guests and decoration. A small stage has been set up just before Bartleby, and one by one, by school, the students are called up.
Among the crowd of students there are hushed whispers.
Is that the Emperor of Mooshu?
What is the Headmistress from Pigswick doing here?
What’s with the bird?
The wizard genuinely tunes out a little, watches with ears ringing as their classmates walk across that little stage. Watches the Death students cross together, the void where Duncan should be heavy in the air. Like a poison. Like a fog.
They shake their head, look back into the crowd, faces from everywhere and nowhere. Zenzen catches their eye and if each of them looks away in the same moment? It is only because if they spend too long thinking about the other, the wall constructed against the grief of Azteca will crumble for them both.
They scan further, envoys from Celestia, Avalon, Zafaria—
—somewhere there is a little spark of hurt and worry for the absence of their comrades in arms on Khrysalis. But there is still so much to be done there in the name of keeping peace. Better Dyvim and Zaltanna stay where they are.
There is a set of eyes that amuses them in the fraught emotions of the rest.
Cuffed to not one but two—very disgruntled looking officers is Professor James Meowiarty.
Oh they would’ve loved to have been present for the conversation that happened at Scotland Yard to allow that.
Very suddenly they are the only one left.
It startles them, movements almost a stumble as they mount the steps up to the little stage.
Ambrose is talking, their ears are ringing again. Heroic spirit, shrewd mind, noble virtue—
They can barely hear him.
Even for you.
Even for you.
“My, my.” Professor Drake’s words break the sound of his brother’s reverberating in the Wizard’s skull. “Look at you, look how far you have come in all this time. You know well that I doubted the spark Headmaster Ambrose saw in you upon your arrival. That I did my best to dissuade you through hardship, impossibility, and playing to what I perceived as a lack of drive. I have never been more delighted to be proven wrong.”
Oh.
Oh.
They are going to cry when this is done.
They’re not going to do it here. In front of so many people. But alone, somewhere safe, this is going to hang in their chest while they heave.
“What you have done for Ravenwood, for the Spiral, and beyond that—for my family, cannot be overstated.” Cyrus Drake is smiling, it is barely there, it could be mistaken for neutrality or perhaps a smirk if they did not know those expressions so well. “You are a remarkable wizard, and one I am tremendously proud of. Keep your mind open to all the wonders that Myth has to offer, and you will never lack new avenues of discovery.”
They want to hold onto those words forever. Not yet acknowledging the other meaning within just saying them, that from this moment there is no longer the thread of Professor and Student tying them to Cyrus Drake. And that almost aches in its own way. A loss of something familiar.
The wizard hasn’t looked away from him by the time Ambrose is talking again. It’s so hard to hear anything. Ears ringing, wind blowing cold and frigid—
Wind blowing?
Had it been windy?
They raise a hand to hold the graduation cap to their head—
And that is when things all come crashing down.
Of course.
Again.
Read the whole series here <3
#wizard101 fanfic#wizard101#wizard101 fic#wizard101 fandom#wiz101#wizard101 fanfiction#w101#scion series is going great why do you ask#lark is still playing funky wizard game from their childhood#i have a writeblr for this but shh
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Happy STS! (Shh, I'm a day behind.) And because of that, today's a free space! Use it to ramble as you please! ♥️
Hi Tori! Thank you so much for the ask!
So, um, I think it's a good place to talk about what's happening with my writing right now. I know there was no writing update for a while and I practically stopped interacting with writeblr. That doesn't mean I'm not doing anything though. Well, maybe with And May the Moon; I'm more focused on Mirage of Spring. I have all the characters named and planned, the most important parts of worldbuilding are in place but need to be organized a bit better. I had a bit of rough time recently so I turned more to character design because it is something very calming to me. I've been reading a lot about Han dynasty clothing, especially early Han dynasty, but I'm still playing with it a bit. It isn't supposed to be real China at the end of the day. My biggest struggle right now is plotting itself; everything in me is itching to do it but I just kinda... can't. Those are my typical motivation issues, lol. I'm still thinking about how to share my worldbuilding but I still can't believe that people are interested in it. It's too good to be true.
Anyway, I'm looking forward to be a more active part of writeblr again. Keep fingers crossed for me, hah
I'll slap both of my taglists here because I think you guys should know what's going on: @gummybugg, @jasperygrace, @sam-glade, @cruorons
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Olay I got a weird idea i have to ask writeblrs I like: So you're writing paramour right now. What would those characters be an alternative universe? Any type you want, but I would love to hear in like completly different setting like... zombie apocalypse or modern setting
TRUST ME this isn’t weird at all lol. modern aus for hya and amon are extremely fucking funny to me, but tbh any au where hya and amon are closer to equals than they are hya having power over amon are FUNNY to me because amon is horny in canon yeah but the full depth of his nonsense can be ACTUALIZED when he has the ability to approach hya on equal footing pff
so in a Very General Modern Au where nothing crazy is going on:
hya -> would be a financial analyst who is both a fashion collector and connoisseur and literary critic on the side. he runs his own business where he buys and resells high end clothing and gets custom pieces ordered quite constantly, and he has a website for his book reviews and critiques. he’s quite harsh lmao. the simon of books pfff.
amon -> studied sociology in college but probably ended up dropping out because $$. i can’t decide what he would want to do and probably because he wouldn’t know either; he just kind of hops around from job to job crashing at knox’s. he’d kinda end up becoming a lowkey sugar baby to hya but shh that’s fine
in terms of aus that are more… fantastical… i don’t think i’ve thought of them in any tbh. truthfully i’m the kind of person where if i’m gonna imagine my ocs in a different au and i get invested in it then i’m probably just gonna make another wip 💀 however, the most prominent aus i do have for paramour are literally just “same universe but switch the roles around” — so role swap au is close to my heart, amon is rich & hya is his butler. then there’s the fiancé au where both of them are rich—and amon is High Key intent on marrying hya and that au is so fucking FUNNY to me fbdjdjdjr. then there’s the rough & tumble? au? i haven’t named this one really but it’s the au where both of them grew up in the slums lol.
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I guess I should have a WIPs post if I'm going to be tagging things
Or an intro or whatever idk, so.
I'm [unpronouncable sounds that equivocate in English to "Keening Void"], I'm a 30 yo crazy person who works at Coffee Shop Chain in the US. I came back to tungle dot hell just as a way to get away from my other social media presences but I slipped into writeblr territory and I'm gonna stay here, y'all are lovely.
Anywho I [think very hard about] writing things. Here are some of the things:
Original Works
Laughing Into the Darkness is an urban fantasy / supernatural romance about a biroace goth not-quite-boy (Adrian) who falls in love with the prince of Hell (Karavox aka Kenney).
Encroaching Lacuna is a (technically furry) space fantasy / light sci-fi superpowers drama about twins, Taliander and Orian, who get kidnapped from their home planet by an imperial war machine.
Urasdia is an epic high fantasy drama that can't figure out if it wants to be a revenge story or a revolution story. Prince Damian of Vemba, his ex Trinh, and his brothers Viktor and Adrien are major characters.
Salvation is a queer cyberpunk story about unexpected allies. Chaz, a nonbinary cyborg sex worker, has saved up enough to get a bigger apartment - with a stranger for a roommate. But Kevin's pretty quiet, and not a bad roommate... He might be a corpo contract killer, though.
Skyward Force is a video game idea I'm tossing around. It's a Shining Force like turn based tactical RPG about time and immortality.
I have a nameless collection of drabbles and concepts surrounding a fursona of mine, Tara; she's a catgirl sex worker & bartender who lives with her werewolf friend Cormac, who she's in love with. Pretty much anything NSFW I write is probably gonna be in Tara's world, and pretty much anything I write in Tara's world is gonna be NSFW.
I also think about drabbling stuff about my tabletop rpg characters: Mitchell, the tiefling warlock; Djarra, the halfling werebear druid; and Torra, the heretic Mechanicus enginseer.
Fanfiction
I don't have a published fanfic presence but I am working on a few things in the Netflix Castlevania, Magnus Archives, and Warhammer 40k fandoms, so I might talk about those from time to time. If I ever actually work on them. You know.
Other Fandoms
These are stuff I'm into but don't necessarily have planned works for.
Books:
Brandon Sanderson's Stormlight Archives (I'm not okay, please write quickly Mister Brandon)
Richard Kadrey's Sandman Slim series
Rodger Zelazny's Chronicles of Amber (fun fact: Urasdia started out as an Amber fanvessel eons ago)
Tolkien's works, of course
Stephen King's Dark Tower books
probably more! I got bad brains
Movies & TV:
Our Flag Means Death
What We Do in the Shadows (both)
Vikings
JJBA
Archer
Cobra Kai
definitely more but again, the bad brains
Other Media Types:
I'm pretty into Magic the Gathering and goth & metal music and sometimes that stuff has story pieces to play with so :) maybe one day.
Probably going to update this later with appropriate tags and anything else that changes. <3
Socializing with my weird ass:
I'm not very good at socializing beyond either pleasantries or infodumping tbh (it's the autismos) but I do like people and I do like what you're working on!
I'm explicitly avoiding Reality here so please don't try to talk to me about politics, current events, etc. - they upset me too much and I have other avenues for dealing with all that. This space, for me, is just about fiction! (I have already broken this for myself but shh we'll just move on.)
Please avoid asking me how I'm doing, if you can. The answer, though impolite, is "bad, but there's nothing much anybody can do about it, so let's not talk about it". I don't want to make anyone feel bad for me, but I also don't want to lie. Better to just avoid the situation altogether.
I'm not great at responding to tag games or the like; on top of the autism, I got them anxiety and overthinkin' problems, ya dig? I also don't have a lot of words actually drafted for any of my WIPs yet [or, don't have a lot that I still have saved, for some] so games like word finds or last lines etc. are really hard haha. I might be better about this in the future.
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8 10 15
8: what are three things you're looking forward to next year?
temperatures getting warmer so i can casually go outside again ik this isn't writing related but uh shh
putting together temperonpa 3... yes i know i'm doing that now but i suspect it won't be done til the new year
and uhhhhhh on a similar note finishing tales of many <.<
10: which character(s) turned out differently from what you had planned? how so?
on the subject of tales of many, Céleste! she was created as a one-off for the chapter, and while we didn't exactly plan to abandon her after that, we also didn't plan for her to outright elbow her way to deuteragonist, even if it was just for the finale
15: time for shameless self-promotion! answer with a piece of writing you want others to see/read! (if you have nothing posted/published this year, any other year is fine too ^^)
I'm gonna drop two! Specifically, those who've only checked out my fanfic should go read In the light of the stars, and those who've only checked out my original work should go read Tales of Many. ... uh, noting for the record that we hadn't really found our footing yet with the first chapter of that one, so please feel free to just sorta skim that one to get to the second chapter faster, which is much better. If you want to do that as opposed to finding the first chapter totally fine and good. We know it's possible, we've seen the embroidery metaphor post.
(end of the year - writeblr ask game ✨)
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hi hello greetings, finally making writer social media like a normal person bcs as much as my writing is very self-indulgent I realized I would like it to have a little more reach and share it with my fellow trans gays and queer folks, so here I am :-) Going to make official posts for my main projects later, but for now I write:
Victorian Vampire Boyfriend a t4t mlm vampire romance webnovel - very light hearted / lowstakes/ short chapters /a lil messy
The Suitors’ Ball a t4t mlm fantasy murder mystery webnovel - I take this one more seriously / longer chapters / slowww updates
Aaand a couple of original short stories, and fanfics for a handful of fandoms
ik tumblr is touchy abt spicy content, I won’t be posting any here but be aware that some of my stories aren’t sfw
with that being said: if my stories interest you , you can get to them thru the caard in my bio!
also i’m looking for other queer/lgbt fiction writers and readers to follow so if that sounds like you interact w/ this post and hopefully i won’t be too shy to make new writing friends/mutuals lol
#whoops second time making this post bcs I realized I had the hide my posts in search setting active#oh inalso have a vs amino acct where i’m semi active? im ghostknight on there#its nice cause its less ppl and so less intimidating lol but if things go well here i might move all my social stuff here#also i have a different tumblr acct for like regular posting but shh my friends cant know abt the corny gay shit i write lol#writeblr#i guess#introduction#queer writers#wattpad#ghostknightfooling
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Logan Logan it is Fakkin half 3 in the morning but I woke up with a stomach pain and also news that I had an honest to god? Dream? About rental car??? It was really good. I don’t think it was accurate but it was really good. I remember there being a longboat. I remember there being allomancy like in Mistborn. Someone died in my schools old main hall. I think most of the cast weren’t aware that the Garble existed until about 3/4 of the way in. They were trying very hard to get into my same old schools swimming pool. I think at the end they weren’t vampires anymore??? Good twisty turny mind games with the Garble. There’s a chance one of my characters showed up. It was a time. Anyway I am so tired goodnight
TRADE I hope you got back to sleep okay!!! usually I'm the one who's up at 3am when I should be sleeping!! my condolences for your stomach pain and early awakening D:
but also HELLO??? rental car dream???? excuse me??? this is incredibly unexpected but delightful news??? I had a dream about another writeblr's WIP a while back which I messaged them about, and now you have a dream about mine and message me, this is being passed around I think, so maybe stay tuned for someone to inform you they had a TSS dream very soon :O
anyway your dream sounds like it kicked ass tbh. hell yeah. I'm so here for this. allomancy! longboats! deaths! swimming pool break ins! throwbacks to your old high school?? odd, but consistent with Dream Energy, I've taken many dream trips back to mine too
also some of your dream's plot is.... actually kind of accurate to rental car's actual plot?? wildly enough??
lots of the cast is not aware that the Garble exists for a lot of the story! the greeb is a bit of a vampire urban legend, everyone knows someone who knows someone who's had a Garble Experience, but most people just think it's a just an old story that caught on because it was an explanation for the unexplainable
some vampires are like "yeah this thing exists I've spoken to it!!!!" and others are like "it's spooky and fun to think about I guess haha" and others are like "nah you're all full of shit". n lots of them haven't even HEARD of the possibility of a greeble
I can also......... neither confirm nor deny "they aren't vampires anymore" and I will also..... provide no comment on, should this be the case, the extent and the time frame it's working with..... no comment at all. shh
CAN confirm endless twisty turny garbley mind games!!! lots and lots >:3
if you perchance recall which of your characters (possibly) showed up I would be VERY excited to hear ahahaha
thank you for informing me of your dream, I am very confused but delighted that this silly story somehow weaseled its way into your sleeping brain, that is legitimately completely wild to me lmao
hey! hey though! I hope you have a nice day! and that you're not too tired!
#actually tbf i think i have confirmed somewhere on this blog a while back that#epilogue alex IS in fact human again#''is nat still a vampire?'' is a loaded fuckin question like. nat sure is Something!#i did describe him in my powerpoint as ''vampire-adjacent''#it just takes everyone a while to catch on that this idiot boy is like. not even in the same ball park as other vampires#he made his own little category#he's absolutely something closer to a vampire than a regular human so he can be referred to as such though c:#as for other vamps after the story's end.... well you will simply have to wait and see :)#a rental car takes a left down rake street and disappears
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It finally happened...!
Well hello there all the people that for some reason follow me! I just wanted to say thank you in a more uh proper way that my first post (where I just screamed and typed incoherently cause my brain was like bzzzzzzzzzz).
When I created this Writeblr I was talking with my friend @neliakey , and I think I said something along the lines of “Yeah, I’m creating this because the Writeblr Community seems so nice, even if no one will read my stuff” and boy was I wrong on the last part.
Not only the people I’ve had the pleasure to meet are nice but suddenly I’ve got a bunch of that fantastic people following me and reading what I post...???
If I’m being completely honest with you, thi is the first time I reach a hundred followers in a social media platform (cause, let’s be honest, I don’t have so many friends irl) so this probably means a lot more to me than what it really is (but shh, let me enjoy the moment, okay?)
I created this Writeblr almost two years ago, and even if I haven’t been around as much as I’d love to becuase of school and now college, I’ve loved every single minute of it.
And gosh why does this look like a good-bye post??? It’s not!
Anyway, back to my point: to say thank you for ya’ll deciding to go and click that button than says “follow” and that button with a heart and that other button with reblog and for typing kind words and asking kind questions and just existing for me, I decided to do a contest as a gift! (Please take into account that I have no skills I can use so I’m just doing what I can)
My Crappy Contest:
Since I can’t write poetry or something like that, I’ve decided I’ll make shout outs and mood boards to three people randomly selected, and one drawing I’ll literally put every piece of my sould and heart into for one lovely person!
The Mood Boards: really easy, it can be of a character, of a place, of your wip... I’ll add some examples under the cut a the end so you can see what to expect.
The Shout Outs: I’ll reblog everything, I’ll talk about your characters, I’ll read and I’ll beg people to read becuase you, fellow writer, are amazing and have an amazing imagination.
The Drawing: as I said with the mood boards, I’ll post some drawings I’m not so ashamed of so you can see what I can do (don’t expect something great I don’t want to fool no one into believeing that I can Draw(tm))
What do you have to do to enter??? Glad you asked!
To enter to this contest you will have to:
Follow me (new followers are welcome!)
Reblog this with a short description or a link to one of your WIPs.
And optional (but I’d love if you did it tho): tell me something about yourself! Let’s use this chance to get to know each other better! If you don’t want to talk about yourself, tell me why you followed me or ask me anything (well, not anything but...yeah. Just don’t be mean pls)
Deadline will be December 18th and results will be on the next day!
And that’s it! You made it till the end yay!
Thank you so so so so so much for making this possible!
As I said, here are some Mood Boards examples I’ve done for characters and/or WIPs:
And here are some of my drawings! (I’ll probably sketch in pencil and color it digitally or smth like that) Note: this are all sketches
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OKAY how about 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and/or 7??? These are all really good!
[Send me some numbers!]
Ohhh you definitely have a liking of this one, huh? XD I most certainly agree, @christinawritesfiction (no pressure to respond! just a compliment sent your way~) did a wonderful job at coming up with the questions. <3
We'll see what I can do for you!
1. What kind of readers would be fans of your WIP?
Oh mate, how does one categorize potential readers? I suppose those who enjoy fantasy with historical and mythological elements, especially with a pirate and mermaid/siren base! It's fairly action-packed and quick-paced, with huge magical elements and a lot of comedic and (at least to me) interesting character dynamics? AND YES, such a writeblr favourite, some good ole found family.
Age-wise? Identity-wise? It's a queer series that's called YA, but... I'm thinking a lot more people would enjoy it than that.
2. What do you plan to do with this WIP when you finish it? If you HAVE finished, how long did it take?
AH. I DUNNO. I WANNA PUBLISH BUT IT'LL LIKELY BE SELF-PUBLISHED. BUT ALSO I REALLY DON'T KNOW YET. I'm not anywhere near finished, yet! The first book is only on its second draft :S
I definitely want to share the book, though! IT WILL BE PUBLISHED.
3. Assign your WIP a color.
Deep, ocean blue~
4. Assign your WIP a taste.
Uhhhh like the sea? Salty like seaweed. But also blood.
5. Assign your WIP an astrological sign.
Mate I dunno astrological signs, I dunno a thing about that stuff. ^^' What if I just go with Aquarius because it sounds like it would be water, but is actually air? IT PERTAINS TO THE WIP SHH.
7. You’ve published or shared your WIP and it develops rabid fandom. What’s the fandom known for?
WHAT. THAT'S FAR TOO BIG A CONCEPT TO EVEN IMAGINE WHAT. I DUNNO. PROBABLY DRESSING LIKE PIRATES OR PUTTING FANCY SIREN-LIKE MAKE-UP ON CONSTANTLY? LIKE INTEGRATING IT ALMOST SECRETLY INTO EVERYDAY WEAR (like me)???
ANYWAYS THANK YOU FOR THE ASK. THAT LAST ONE PUT QUILL IN A BIT OF A TIZZY SO I'MMA GONNA GO PACE AROUND FOR A BIT.
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The Wizard didn’t used to like it—blinking back to the “real” world.
The air feels sickly and dead. Not dead in the way places of Death magic feel—rather, void. There is no swirl of energy. Places once familiar and full of color feel greyscale and foreign.
The would never stay very long.
Long enough to catch the people who supposedly knew them looking on in confusion. But the wizard is long past wondering what forces pilot this body when they are in the realm of the spiral. Things like that stopped mattering years ago.
The first time they blinked back on purpose was after facing the wraith of Sylvia Drake. Seeing someone who was supposedly so loved be twisted like that—
They fled.
Not in the way that left them drained and heaving at Professor Drake’s feet in the Basilica—no, in the way that brought them with a jolt back to a body that no longer felt like their own. The wizard can hear their parents talking downstairs, the clock reads close to dinner time. That cements that once again— they won’t stay long.
But long enough to stop the shaking.
Long enough to look at themselves in the mirror and remember that— this isn’t who they are anymore. The eyes that look back at them here are not those belonging the Savior of Wizard City. Not the eyes that faced off undead or bipedal crocodiles or cows in ancient armor— not the ones that faced dragons and wraiths and—
The wizard grips the edge of their mirror and stares at eyes that do not belong to a soon-to-be murderer.
Stares and stares and tries to find some remnant of themself there.
But there is nothing to find. This isn’t really their body anymore. Not often enough to truly belong to them.
The wizard takes a breath.
Searches for the wayward notes of the Song of Creation.
The next time they open their eyes, they are lying face down across the threshold of Sylvia Drake’s tomb.
#wizard101#the wizard#arc 1#anyways i have a lot of feelings about wizard101 who knew#no beta we die like malistaire#still tapping. less murder.#i have a writeblr for this but shh
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WIP First Lines Tag Game
Tagged by @shaelinwrites!! And hers is right here, which you should read, because her writing is amazing and I can’t wait for this book.
Rules: Share the first line (or first few lines) of each chapter of your current manuscript! Feel free to skip chapters to avoid spoilers, and you can do as many chapters as you want!
It makes the most sense for me to do this for Superkids! So let’s go
CHAPTER ONE: HE FELT POWERFUL
Virgil couldn’t breathe.
CHAPTER TWO: BIGGER, AND BIGGER, AND BIGGER
Patton yawned as he shuffled down the school’s hallway. His tummy rumbled. He usually ate breakfast with his dad, but woke up late and didn’t have time.
CHAPTER THREE: NIGHTMARE
Virgil stood stiff as Derek and Remus got him ready.
Remus fixed an earpiece on him, bringing his long hair down to hide it. Derek grabbed his shoulders and shook him hard, mumbling for him to loosen up.
“Okay,” Remus took a step back to look him over, “your dad and I will be there the whole time. I hacked into their security cameras, so I’ll be able to let you know if anything goes wrong.”
CHAPTER FOUR: MALUS
“It’ll be easier next time.”
Virgil lied awake, staring at the ceiling. His hair was still wet. Instead of going to school, he went to a barbershop to get his hair cut. Instead of the thick, long waves that reached down to the small of his back, the hair he’d been growing out all his life, it was shaved on the sides and his bangs fell in his face. Then, he came home and bleached the rest of the purple out, and dyed it black.
CHAPTER FIVE: TIME FOR OTHER THINGS
At the end of homeroom, Patton came up to Virgil.
They hadn’t actually talked since the first time, but occasionally, Patton would shoot him smiles or giggle in his direction, and Virgil would shyly wave back. When Virgil cut and dyed his hair, Patton squealed about it for about five minutes straight, telling Virgil how much he loved it and how much it must have helped his dysphoria. Virgil didn’t feel comfortable enough mentioning he didn’t really have any to begin with, just smiled and agreed.
CHAPTER SIX: DITTO
When Roman and Patton got to the house Nightmare was hitting, a police car was outside and all the lights were on.
CHAPTER SEVEN: HE’D LOST SOMETHING
After walking Patton back to her house, Roman wandered around the neighborhood.
He liked going on walks. He always had. He popped in some headphones and just let himself wander. There was nothing like a walk alone at night to get his thoughts back on track.
CHAPTER EIGHT: NO CONTROL
Virgil stared at himself in the mirror.
His costume wasn’t nearly as expressive as the others were. Ditto and Catastrophe actually turned themselves into characters, like Virgil thought he was supposed to. Ditto looked like he stepped out of a Disney movie, with a high white collar, a maroon half-cloak, big stompy boots, and a golden crown. It was one of the most extra things Nightmare had ever seen, and he almost felt stupid fighting him. Catastrophe, on the other hand, wore a pastel blue unitard, a pink tutu, ballet flats, and a fuzzy white cat mask. Virgil wondered if he made it the trans colour on purpose.
Even Malus, they didn’t have all the flair the other two did, but they were at least unique, like some punk motorcycle driver that really liked apples for some reason. They were vastly accessorized compared to the other two, but the black fingerless gloves with the motorcycle helmet, Virgil could admit, was really hot. Virgil wondered if Malus, the real, non-hero Malus, drove a motorcycle.
CHAPTER NINE: SOFT & WONDERFUL
Virgil watched with a grimace and a black eye as Remus finished installing their new T.V.
CHAPTER TEN: I’M RIGHT HERE. I’VE GOT YOU. I LOVE YOU.
“I’m telling you, Ro, it’s not gonna work-”
“Just try!”
CHAPTER ELEVEN: ANXIETY CRAWLED
At this point, nightmares were expected.
Virgil woke up around 4am, panicked and short for breath, guilt sending his head going miles a minute. Then, he looked up at the dreamcatcher swaying above him. He counted under his breath and traced the patterns of the string, the colours of the feathers. He remembered the warmth of Patton’s hug, his kind smile, his soothing voice.
It helped, but not by much.
CHAPTER TWELVE: THINGS A LITTLE BROKEN
Roman tiptoed out of his room, stopping at the end of the hall to listen.
With any luck, Ophelia wasn’t wearing her hearing aid.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: VILLAIN DAYS
Derek wasn’t happy when Virgil got home.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: GIVE UP
Virgil still had money leftover from what Remus gave him.
He was already taking the longer route home from school, so he tried not to make any stops. Derek hated him being late, and had just gotten accustomed to Virgil’s new schedule. But as he passed the cookie shop for just the millionth time, knowing he had the money, he decided to take the risk.
Some days, risking Derek’s anger for a single cookie was the dumbest idea. Some days, it was worth it.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN: LOST CAUSE
“Pat-A-Cake?”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN: ARE YOU EVEN A HERO?
“Shh, shh!”
“I didn’t say anything!”
“You kicked the wall!”
“Shut up, Roman.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: HE REMEMBERED
Patton pushed around treats on one of the plates, as she had been the last ten minutes, trying to make everything look perfect. Roman watched with a fond smile on his face.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: FELT BETTER, FELT WORSE
Patton almost didn’t believe him.
CHAPTER NINETEEN: THEY ALMOST DID
Virgil walked through the front door, and immediately felt like gouging his eyes out.
Gross, gross, gross.
CHAPTER TWENTY: ONE, ONE GOOD DECISION
They didn’t talk much anymore.
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE: MORE FAITH
Virgil sunk low in his seat, his mask pulled over his face. His stomach churned as Remus drove them towards Hampton. He wouldn’t tell Virgil what they were doing.
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO: WHAT KIND OF HEROES
It was cold outside. Even though the days were passing, and Christmas was a full month ago, the season clung to the Winter. It still snowed a few times a week, a light dusting falling to the grass and concrete and barely sticking. Roman rested his hands on the wet, cold wood of the railing of Patton’s back porch.
That’s where Logan found him, after everyone had gone to bed and the two of them laid there pretending.
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE: PART OF HIM STILL HOPED
Patton got to school extra early the next day, texting Roman before he woke up saying that he had to talk to a teacher.
It wasn’t too hard to find Virgil.
CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR: AND NIGHTMARE LEFT
The storage shed was fairly small and narrow, just enough room for them to push the dusty boxes to the sides and tie Nightmare to a chair down in the centre.
Sidenote: can’t really tell if that excerpt is a spoiler but? I think it’s fine? wish we had spoiler text like discord lmao
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE: YOU WILL BE HAPPY HERE
Virgil spent the 20-minute drive asleep in the passenger’s seat.
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX: ON OUR SIDE
Logan didn’t remember the last time they were this excited.
CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN: THE INTRUDER
The moon had risen a few hours ago, and after an extensive while of talking and trying to get a plan together that wasn’t absolute shit, the heroes decided to go to bed.
CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT: ULTERIOR MOTIVE
Virgil set his tray down with a huff, exhaustion making his movements heavy.
“What’s got you in such a bad mood?” Lei asked in amusement.
He scowled. “What’s got you in a good mood?”
CHAPTER TWENTY NINE: THE GENDERQUEER VIGILANTES
Patton couldn’t help but smile.
Okay so that’s only half of the chapters I currently have written, page 206/422+, so if someone tags me again I’ll do the last twenty nine. Some of those chapter starts are kinda weak but I fucking love my chapter titles so whatever.
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December...? DECEMBER!?
What about September?
November?
October?? What did I miss??
Yes, well, no you didn’t miss any vitals updates. I have reasons for why I haven’t been active on tumblr, and the most honest reason is that I didn’t feel like writing and posting on here since spring.
The writeblr community is so so great, one of the best in the web, but the platform is driving me nuts. Flagging, shadow bans, tag dysfunction and draft erasing/crashing, have just completely smashed my love for making fun and elaborate posts.
However, lots of updates has been made and i keep seeing wips I want to tag list and people i want to hang out with, so I’ll stick around for another decade or so! Hashtag always lurking.
The more polite reason for my absence, and equally truthful I might add, is that I was very busy the last few months —COMMISSIONS! LIFE! IRL NETWORKING!
And now I’ll tell you about it all, starting by answering the Q on everyone’s tongue:
1) Is Flash Fiction Friday Getting Revived in 2020?
In short, yup.
I need it, you need it, the world needs it. We need to WRITE folks. And the lovely prompt Friday will be back with week no 30 (!!) on:
Friday the 10th of January!
I have a capable team of creative and lovely writeblrs on the job as to how we an ensure consistent posting —and just and FYI, we might even end up with giving the FFF it’s own blog.
Run free, be with the people my beautiful prompt creature, inspire! And give me something to read!!
Stay tuned for updates and tell me is you want to be added to the FFF tag list.
Now next up is my scrip update!
2) Querying ‘The Serpent Kiss’
All is well in the land of querying.
or... well almost.
Alrighty, lemme explain below.
So, if you’ve been following me for awhile, you know my third child (whom is not currently teething or using my lipstick as a crayon) is my dark new adult fantasy trilogy —The Serpent Kiss <3
If you donno what I’m talking about, here’s a quick summery of the query process:
I finished the English first draft, two and a half years ago (I think?) and started looking into querying after my fifth draft was done.
I decided very early on that I would feel more comfortable working here in Denmark, where I already have a literary network, and actually understand the cultural unwritten rules when working with publishers!!
Since then I have been rewriting, tweaking, had beta-readers, editors, a sponsored translator (who translated the script from English to danish) BEFORE I started querying seriously in Denmark.
During the time where the book was being reviewed, I’ve kept in touch with houses who showed interest in the book from the get go (encouraging me to push onward), done a lot of social media work (especially on Instagram since the publishers all mentioned the importance of that platform) and attended books cons to physically mingle (it makes a difirence —really).
Ah, and now, finally, we’ve starting to get serious replies back from the Danish publishers.
Let’s look at what they’ve said so far.
(And mind you, this is Denmark. We’re a tiny country and we DON’T have adult fantasy books written by danish authors, so their critique is based on that. YA is what’s sellable and had been for years, buuut I also know that tendency will shift, so that’s what I’m really selling. A new trend basically. Always understand what pov the critique is coming from and don’t stop at the first rejection)
3/5: ‘no thank you, there’s no marked in Denmark for your book’
1/5: ‘we love it but rewrite it to YA and we have a deal’ — I said, no thank you
1/5: ‘we love it as is and we want to give you a deal, but we have to work out the legal kinks, and we will give you final answer by the end of January!’
So I’m awaiting the final judgement!!
But not really, it’s not the final judgement. If the deal falls through, and it might, never pop champagne before signing, I still have four more houses I could send the book to here in Denmark.
And, I could still go the international route and query over seas.
Yup! That’s the update on that!
Next up? The general writing!
3) A Year Of Author
“It’s really hard being a writer... Not on the days where you’re writing, but on the days where you’re not!”
— @CAlisaWolters, Instagram confessions
My year of full time professional writing, meaning mainly relying on my text/skill/art to heave in the cash, is six months down and going — OK!!
Here’s what I’ve learned/done so far:
I’m writing 4-7h on commissions, the second book of the trilogy, short-stories, poetry and another little YA project every day. Yes. Every day. And that’s very very cool and also exhausting mentally. My advice to others: HAVE OBLIGATORY DAYS OFF! (Oh yea and I also won nanowrimo but the project is a secret shh).
I’m somewhat alone most of the time but being a closeted introvert, I don’t mind, but I miss coworkers. That’s why Café dates and write-ins with writer pals IS IMPORTAINT.
Also! Speaking of socializing, I’ve been to five writers cons/events and I definitely recommend making it a priority for all professional authors. BRING BUSINESS CARDS!!
I have a set routine and I’m really happy with it! Early mornings is the best! And Monday is where I don’t write, but keep up with social media and answer mails and run errands! MAKE A ROUTINE!
And that’s the update on THAT!! Phew I’m getting winded, are you? Fear not we one have one last thing to cover. Promise.
4) Personal Life and Drag Kings ^_^
Where to start? Ah I know! I’ll start with the drag king storytelling event because that’s really what stands out!
I’m a mom, a wife, a bisexual, a general theatrical person and a genderfluid jellyfish who uses she/her pronounces, so when someone booked me for a storytelling event, I decided to go in drag. Naturally. Tsh duh.
I’ve really been experimenting with my gender this year, playing with apperence and comfortzones, and discovering that my real happiness lies somewhere between flooofy dresses and black buttondowns. And not just the clothes, but there attitude, the demeanor, the mental space of wearing cologne!! It might not sound dramatic, but to me it’s been A RIDE!
(I’ve been dying to go full drag for a long looooong time and I should’ve gone all out on the makeup —but next time!!! Also the event went so so well and I had the best time! I’m going to do it again!)
And NOW I’m done! Hah not really, but I won’t force you to spend all day reading my updates and this post is already so loooong 💕💕✨💕
The new year looms!! May it bring you love and confidence, and lots of new opportunities!!
Hug hug hug!!
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~Ciao
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21 Questions Tag tagged by @unnagi
i tag @lousyloved @valiant-wielder @azzy-moon-stars @a-writing-cat @mvisons @chordsofimagination (yall dont have to tho)
name: candice
nickname: candy, curder
zodiac: aquarius
favourite music/bands: (i’m basically a living hot topic shop) twenty one pilots, florence + the machine, aurora, janelle monae, marina, lana del rey, bts, twice, pretty much every kpop group lol
favourite sports team: ew
other blogs: shh...its a secret
do you get asks: not sure what this is asking...sometimes?
how many blogs do you follow: 222
tumblr crushes: all the lovely writeblrs <3 honestly, i hope you all get published there’s so many amazing stories on here
lucky number: 8
what are you wearing rn: tights and tshirt (got that quarantine look on lock)
dream vacation: i really want to travel everywhere but i especially want to go back to korea
dream car: eh not that into cars
favourite food: tacos
drink of choice: sweet tea
instruments: i’ve tried to learn guitar, piano, and flute, but my small hands, fat fingers hate me :c
languages: english and a little korean (im minoring in it but not very good lol)
celebrity crush: choi youngjae <3333
random fact: i’m a forensic science major
favourite ecosystem: forests babyyy
favourite cat: i love all cats but especially norwegian forest cats (motherfuckers unlimited)
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an update
sorry i haven’t been active lately, i haven’t been thinking about writing as much the past few months. it honestly feels weird and i miss it. i’m trying to slowly ease myself back into all this but lately things haven’t been feeling the same, i can’t exactly put my finger on why.
anyways i just realized it’s been almost a year since i decided to take writing more seriously and i made this account!! and i think that’s pretty exciting! i may not have been doing much the past few months but i have accomplish quite a lot this past year as a whole, and im pretty proud of myself for that. if i can find my motivation/inspiration again i might take another shot at nanowrimo but who knows.
i wanna say thank you to everyone who has followed me and taken an interest in my wips this past year! (i just checked and somehow i have 300 followers?? how did that happen lol)
if you wanna keep up with me outside of writeblr you can follow my instagram (which i rarely use shh) or my youtube channel ( i don’t really post about writing on either but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )
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hey writeblr... what do you do... when you finish a thing? Like you've finished your story, you've sent to people, and then you just... sit there? And stare at the wall? Like I'm not writing this story anymore because it's done (for now, I may have to rewrite again, but shh, let me have this) so like when you don't have to write or avoid writing like... what do you even do???
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Last Line Tag Game
Aww thank you so much @emelkae for tagging me!
This is from my wip Sons of Witches. I should probably make an intro post about it but I don't really know how tbh lol. Anywho...
"What the fuck does this have to do with dying my hair? Jesus Christ."
Luca put a hand to Pollie's neck and shh-ed him. "Stay still, or more of this will end up on me than on you."
Giacci sighed dramatically and stood up from the table, chair scratched against the hardwood amongst the mostly not-silence. Their house was never utterly silent. "Fine. You two have your little get together. I'm heading out."
I don't really know anyother writeblrs, I'm not new to tumblr but new to being active within the writer community, so I'll just say this is an open tag and hope I'll meet people soon to tag!
#writing scraps#jamie writes#words#wip: sons of witches#my words#writing#write#lit#writblr#writeblr#spilled ink#queer writing#queer#uh#last line tag#tag game
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