Writing Prompt: Describe the black market in one of the cities you encounter. Start by writing down the names, appearances, and personalities of three vendors. What are some unique, unusual, or magical wares they sell? Or what valuable information do they have?
Sereldacroix, as the city of crafters, alchemists, and engineers, offers many less than reputable goods for sale in their night market. Three sellers in particular stand out; Monsieur Ephemere, Lady Bijoux, and La Fiole.
Monsieur Ephemere is a tall lanky man dressed in antique robes with a skull mask attached to a dark brimmed hat. His long stringy gray hair falls over his shoulders. He sells illegal and stolen oddities, liked pickled humanoids, taxidermied rare specimen, and "missing" religious items.
Lady Bijoux is a short curvaceous woman, sporting decorative corsets, burgundy draping dresses, thick layered necklaces, jewel encrusted rings on nearly every finger, and a large black sunhat with a dark veil. She specializes in stolen and cursed jewelry, alongside hidden weapons.
Lastly, La Fiole is a Nycter, wearing frilly green and burgundy robes that stink of chemicals. They sell illegal poisons and solutions, voodoo dolls, hex candles, and magical traps.
#crochet#crocheted shawl#my projects #The pattern's free on Hobbii's website. #Not quite skilled enough to write my own. Maybe a small modification here or there... #It does work with up to medium weight yarn though it calls for light.
watched the beginning of pacific rim today then saw an ad for free guy I don’t think I’ve ever felt such horrendous whiplash
#pacific rim.... good movie :) I need to finish it this weekend #I want to write an essay about how free guy has managed to summarize EVRRYTHING i hate abt block buster movies into one thing. somehow. #.txt
Light tips in a caress over skin so alluringly pale it's fairer than blankets of snow. Tears of sun drops scatter around his essence like a daydream; a gentle fantasy flowing to the colorful songs of the wind. Jongin’s eyes draw out from afar watching over an angel who sleeps alone, drifting amidst the floral life that sways to the melodies of his breaths.
It’s not until they flutter open that Jongin understands he’s been staring. Pure brown eyes shine with no sense of alarm; acquaint clouds of curiosity glimmering in a clear sky's reflection.
Jongin’s foot steps back, mildly aware of a growing shadow engulfing the light of his face.
When did I get so close?
“You’re hurting him he says,” Brushes against Jongin’s heart, light as a feather. It's a soft voice but clear like the chimes of bells.
“Who?” Jongin searches left and right. With no one else around, these words are hard to understand.
“Your left foot,” comes an answer that pushes Jongin further down the wells of confusion, but he lifts anyway.
Underneath is a small yellow daisy. Moving his foot over, Jongin gently places it back down, eyes following the beauty who begins to sit up. Flowers hover over his limbs, close, drawing into his presence. Wherever he moves, they follow. When he breathes, they sway. Jongin is curious to know if they’ll dance when he laughs.
“I’m sorry.” Jongin says sincerely. He doesn't want to harm the nature around him, but how could he not move closer. Especially after catching the vibrant colors of another nearby.
Sheets of gray filled Jongin's vision ever since he could remember. The same dull tone everywhere for all the things his eyes could see. But today, there are shades of miracles before him. Miracles in hues of warmth and comfort, filling up his heart and stirring into a tempo of excitement. He wants to look at him, wants to know him. Heat blooms across his skin, flushes, face warming and hands twitching with an indescribable tingle.
“Do you have a name?”
The fairy stands and comes close, gentle eyes falling into his and bestowing the softest smile, “My name is Kyungsoo, Jongin.” he reaches up to place a warm palm to Jongin's cheek.
To his own surprise, he doesn’t move away.
Under the tender touch, Jongin's heart murmurs, thrums, before distilling into calm waters. Already forgetting that he never had a chance to say his name.
Starlight pales in comparison to his radiance. Bright eyes begin to glow as wind shuffles around them, lifting Jongin’s bangs until they're pushed back from his face. He closes his eyes.
His mind becomes a cloud, worries and burdens falling away into puddles, condensing into streams.
Time begins to flow like a river, bends into flashes of pictures that stretches into scenes, channeling reactions and whirlpools of emotions inside his soul.
Jongin drowns in a sea of memories.
Memories he’s never had.
“What are you doing?” he asks, faint of breath.
“I’m showing you our future." Kyungsoo says with a smile.
Jongin opens his eyes, all the colors coming in at once, blinding white.
“Who are you?” The waves of light dim revealing a familiar face, features that he knows by heart.
if there’s one thing to come out of this, it’s that scara is an insufferable ALCOHOL snob who will harshly judge your drink choices —— and what they say about your character by proxy. ( but then again, that probably doesn’t come as a surprise. )
#— ⟡ . * ( HEADCANON . ) ┇ ❛ NOT EVERY OPEN WOUND IS SIMPLY HEALED BY TIME . ❜ #alcohol tw #( HE LIKES... sweet drinks... but he also likes very expensive drinks ) #( half of my brain says write drafts the other half of my brain says write the drabble that's been hanging around rent free all day ) #( can i satisfy both we'll see after i down this cup of coffee at 11pm DJKSK )
Essek is roused from his sleep by the sound of jaunty, bubbly music that he recognizes all too well, and blinks awake as he turns over to see Caleb sitting hunched over next to him. The red night light in the corner of their room and the brightness of his phone screen casts a glow over his silhouette that would be eerie in any other circumstance, but is oddly comforting here.
"Caleb," Essek murmurs, propping himself up on one elbow and barely holding back a yawn, "what are you doing?" He knows the answer, of course, but he wants to hear it from his boyfriend's mouth.
"Checking on the cats," Caleb replies, not looking up from the screen as he taps it, likely taking more pictures of them. The musical refrain reaches its end and immediately starts back up again, already getting stuck in Essek's head. "Every twenty-three and a half minutes seems to be the sweet spot, based on the data thus far, and I need to catch Peaches."
"Mm hmm." Essek can't resist his yawn this time. "And you're aware that your body requires a complete eight hours of rest to be prepared for our exam tomorrow, yes?"
"I already memorized the requisite passages from the textbook last week. I'm sure Waccoh will have a few trick problems on there, but I'll figure them out. Besides, cats technically have an application to physics, so in a way this counts as studying."
"Yes, of course. And if all else fails, I'm sure you could draw one of the cats you're so fond of for extra credit points, saving your scholarship and keeping your position here rather than being dropped from the program."
Caleb blinks and looks up at that, as if registering that they're having a conversation for the first time. "I--I'm sorry, did I wake you?" he asks softly, at least having the decency to look sheepish.
Essek smiles. He was mostly teasing and couldn't bring himself to actually be angry with Caleb for this if he tried. "Don't worry about it." He scoots closer and rests his head against Caleb's thigh. "Let's just go back to sleep for the night," he says, eyes already closed.
There's a rustling of fabric and a few squeaks from their creaky bed as Caleb sets his phone down and re-orients himself to lie next to Essek, arm around his waist and chin resting on his head. "Good night, schatz," is the last thing Essek hears before he drifts off again. He dreams of a hoard of cats entering their dorm room, dressed in suits and dancing to a music tune as if summoned by magic.
When Essek awakens the next morning, it's to Caleb excitedly shaking him to show him that he'd caught Peaches at long last, and he smiles.
#this is unedited and written on my phone so pls forgive any formatting/grammar mistakes #cr fanfic#shadowgast#kiwi writes #i might make this longer one day but we'll see #idea is free real estate in the meantime for anyone who likes it 💜
Anyone else can't make original stories because you have full panic attacks when you get to the character creation stage of your cast being problematic somehow or is that just me
#actually ocd #i never know how to talk abt this without sounding like im complaining about the Wokes(tm) canceling everything #bc i am aware cancel culture doesn't really exist that way and no one is going to freak out if the content I make isn't free of fault #but my OCD acts up so bad I never make it past a few characters bc my anxiety and nitpicking gets so bad I give up #it's really depressing actually #my brain latches on to any media critique and writing advice I've seen to basically say 'if u make characters who don't have all of your #same privileges you're going to single handedly destroy marginalized people wow ur such a fucking bigot' and refuses to be normal til I give #up its so frustrating
#delete later #unless guppy brain forgets #but like look ok i know i can art #i wouldn't feel good selling commissions if i didn't like my art #but as in all things that are skill and practice based #i just look at my life path and go like #i will never find the time to develop this skill to the level i actually aspire to be #it's just a fact? #there are only so many hours in the day #this is going to sound incredibly pretentious but #i spend all my day doing science and eke out what other creativity i can manage in my dwindling free time #in order to stave off the monsters in my brain #it's less a hobby and more a survival tactic #but there's always What Could Be #being good at multiple things even if it's only slightly above average good #has always just brought me a lot less fulfillment than you'd think #try being a chemist and dating people are already intimidated #then go like yeah i write novels and play video games and make art and im an athlete #and then try dating cis men in their 20s and 30s #sob #anyway tldr i wish i could paint i'm happy with the progress i've made given the time i have #not to look a gift horse in the mouth i just wish i could focus on one thing and be Really Good at It #instead of being stressed and depressed about everything #oh hello downward spiral #probably triggered by the university reinstating mask ordinances even though #WE ARE ALL VACCINATED WE HAVE TO HAVE BEEN VACCINATED TO BE AT WORK??? #And no one else is on campus!!!!!! It is only essential workers aka US aka WE ARE VACCINATED #i don't think i can handle another you're not allowed to have people over in your apartment or we'll terminate your lease #annnnnnnnnnd #staring at this tag essay
bruh i was editing my half-written johnlock fic (im procrastinating, i don't feel like writing the next part) and was searching for specific dialogue using Sherlock's name (bc i knew it'd be easier to find what i was looking for). obviously, google docs tells you how many times it found a word, and it told me i used "sherlock" 122 times. so i was like, damn, aight, that's a lot, but this fic is in first person pov (sherlock's pov specifically – i normally write in third person but i'm trying something new) so i'm gonna check and see how many times i used "john".
#johnlock #okay to be fair the fic is 60K+ words long so far #but god ig sherlock thinks about john a lot in my fic #john lives rent free in his head #mary has 119 occurrences #which is funny considering its a fic taking place right before TSOT #lmaooo#anyway#johnlock fanfic #im laughing but idk why #its just funny to me #my writing#my fic
#🪴.ask #peachessayshi #it's not weird at all!! in the slightest!!! #by all means always feel free to yell @ me about nanami in any way shape or form #dad!nanami #<- for anyone who doesn't want to see kid content that's my tag for it! #note that i don't use that tag for art—only for writing! #both mine & other people's!
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she’s ...a little confused. at least celaena thinks she’s a little confused. it’s a lot of information to process in ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴏɴᴇ sɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ, not having interrupted the other once. he had his entire life to learn this. celaena....celaena only had a few hours. “Please don’t get offended but what I’m hearing is that...you’re kinda like ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ? But at the same time you’re not a sorcerer and...”the snake pauses. “No wait, I’m still confused.”.
#legoknighte #🐍 ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛᴏxɪᴄ || Main Verse 🐍 #( i hope this works! ) #( If not I can write a new one for you! ) #( also feel free to make it longer if you'd like :3 )
Fuck it. I’ll post replies if I type 2 or less paragraphs. Anything exceeding 2 paragraphs will get queued. The only exception to this are asks. Back to the grind!
#📣 ▸ mun speaks ` yin doesn't say enough #( also; i started to write out #( a genshin pokemon au #( well more like the lore for it #( if anyone is interested in reading in what i've written so far #( i started writing it yesterday #( please feel free to ask~
#asks #i'm flattered and happy you enjoy my writing #progress is slow but I'm working on it #i just want a free weekend to write but i keep agreeing to do things LOL #which is nice but also tiring #i'd love to see what ideas anyone has
Finally got around to writing up Wynoc’s new backstory! Just in time to, as I’m putting the finishing touches on my new character page. Feel free to check it out and I hope you enjoy reading this.
Discovered by an Ash Legion warband lying in a shallow hole in the middle of the Iron Marches, Wynoc spent the first year of his life assisting with their scouting missions and exploring the ghost filled ruins of Ascalon. It wasn’t until the High Legions discovered his presence and ordered the warband to the Black Citadel for an inquiry that Wynoc was introduced to other members of his kind and taken, somewhat reluctantly, to the Grove. His first night in the Mother Tree’s shadow he Dreamed of fire and death, rising dragons and restless undead. The Pale Tree decreed him her Champion and entrusted his training to Caithe, who Wynoc quickly came to view as a sister. However, Wynoc soon ran afoul of the Nightmare Courtier Gavin. The two clashed and, though Wynoc won, Gavin uttered a powerful curse with his dying breath, one last spiteful attack. And Wynoc burned. For weeks afterwards, he remained in a deep coma, one foot in the Mists, clinging to life, waking only briefly to rave about voices and dragons calling to him. Upon waking, the voices did not cease. The Pale Tree, wary of a sylvari that claimed to hear a dragon’s voice, quietly insisted that Wynoc leave the Grove. Returning to Ascalon, Wynoc Burntt once again traveled the ghostly ruins, this time alone. However, now he could see and speak to the spirits and began to hone a new set of skills, guided by the hand of a new teacher: Kalla Scorchrazor and her warband. Feeling a strong connection to another warrior who had been deceitfully betrayed by a defeated foe, Kalla and Wynoc gained a deep respect for each other and became strong friends. And, after Wynoc assisted Logan Thackery and Rytlock Brimstone in taking down Gaheron Balefire, Kalla officially inducted him into the ghostly Razor warband, bearing the new name Wynoc Burntrazor.
#my stuff#my writing#wynoc#wynoc burntrazor #my planty boy! #yeah hes technically a mordrem now #his pod was attached to one of the vines that would later appear during living world season 2 #playing very fast and loose with canon here #but who care? #aaaaaa i love his new last name so much #also i really really like playing renegade #i just got the tree fully trained and it is kick ass #but yeah hope you liked wynoc's back story #feel free to let me know what you thought #oh and feel free to check out my new character page! #i worked hard on it