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Okay I need every shred of serotonin I can get right now, so! Have a fic I wrote for @sarah3210 in honor on May the Fourth! Hope you guys enjoy it!
(Taglist for fun and profit: @day-to-day-thots @laughingphoenixleader @aosladies @heckin-music-dork @opalknight @cassie-fanfics)
It had been a long time since Ezra Bridger had flown a shuttle. But somehow, that’s not why his hands were shaking as he approached the hangar bay of the ship in front of him.
He shouldn’t have been nervous. But for the first time in almost ten years, he wasn’t on Peridea. He was home.
Or close enough, at least. The ship wasn’t Lothal. But when Ezra thought of home, Lothal wasn’t always the first thing that came to mind. It wasn’t a place at all. It was people.
They’re here. He was sure of it. Sabine had told him where to find Hera— or rather, Hera’s flagship, since she was a general now. He couldn’t really say he was surprised. Just proud, if you could be proud of the woman who’d basically been your mother for so many years of your life.
The two A-wings escorting him peeled off as he slipped through the energy shield and set the shuttle down. Not too rough of a landing— Hera or Sabine could have done better, but Ezra was a little rusty.
Through the viewport, he could see a handful of figures moving towards the shuttle. Okay. Here we go.
He realized, as the shuttle ramp was lowering, that he hadn’t taken off the armor he’d stolen on Thrawn’s ship. Huh. Well, this should be fun. Holding back a sudden burst of laughter, Ezra headed down the ramp slowly, his hands in the air.
There was a cluster of people coming to meet him— most of them wearing white and blue or black uniforms, all looking exceptionally wary. And in their lead was a green skinned Twi’lek woman wearing a flight jacket and carrying a small blaster that she leveled directly at Ezra.
It’s Hera. She looked a little different. Older and tired, but still determined, with the same calm that she wore when she was trying to mediate a fight between him and Zeb. Holy kark, it’s Hera, and is that— in a flash, he realized that Kallus and Zeb were a few steps behind her, bo-rifles at the ready as they eyed the potential threat warily.
The reality of it hit him like a brick in the chest because it meant he was back. It worked. Ten years and he was face to face with his family again, finally.
He was still reeling when he recognized the figure rolling towards him. Chopper looked exactly the same as the last time Ezra had seen him, when the droid had helped him save Lothal. He was bwomping something about who did Ezra think he was fooling as he approached, and Ezra almost automatically let a hand drop to the top of Chopper’s dome. “Hey, Chop,” he whispered, far too low for anyone else to hear it. The droid let out a satisfied noise— clearly, he’d realized who Ezra was immediately.
Hera still looked unsure, though. Which was fair. Ezra was, after all, still wearing trooper armor. Reaching up, he slowly pulled off his helmet.
The expression on Hera’s face changed in a snap, shock and confusion bright in her eyes. Ezra knew the feeling. He still couldn’t believe what he was looking at, either.
“Ezra?” she said, her voice shaking, holding a thread of hope that Ezra understood deeply.
“Hi, Hera,” he said, and found himself grinning like an idiot because it had been so long but he was back. Things were a mess but he was with his family again. He could fix it. “I’m home.”
He started towards her, but Hera was already moving. Her blaster clattering to the ground, she darted towards him and threw her arms around him in a fierce embrace that knocked the wind out of Ezra. “Ow,” he grunted, but hugged her back, feeling tears prickle his eyes.
“Hi?” she said, her voice shaking. “You’ve been gone for ten years and that’s how you start?”
“Uh—”
Another set of arms enveloped them, effectively crushing the last of the air out of Ezra’s lungs. “When I’m done hugging you,” Zeb growled, “I’m gonna kill you.”
“Missed you too,” Ezra gasped, wheezing for breath. “Kallus, you next? Is it gonna be a hug or a death threat?”
The man laughed, sounding more at ease than Ezra ever remembered him sounding. “Oh, I think Zeb and General Syndulla have the death threats more than covered.”
“That’s good,” Ezra said as both Zeb and Hera let go. Hera only stepped back a little, though, studying his face.
“You’ve grown up so much,” she whispered, gently touching his cheek. “And you’re— we thought you were—”
“You really thought Thrawn and a couple purrgil could take me out?” Ezra said, raising his eyebrows and grinning. “I’m pretty offended.
Zeb grinned even wider. “Oh, not everyone did.”
“Thanks, Zeb.”
Zeb’s grin, somehow, widened. And got a lot more smug. “Oh, I wasn’t talking about me.”
“Ouch. Wait, then who—”
A door hissed open, and a voice cut him off. A familiar voice. “Hera! You’re not going to believe this, but I sensed—”
Ezra’s heart stopped around the same time the voice did. Staring over Hera’s shoulder at him was… a ghost?
Because Kanan Jarrus had died on Lothal, saving him and Sabine and Hera.
He couldn’t be here, his hair and beard grown back with streaks of gray. And he DEFINITELY couldn’t have two kids with him— one who looked like a small version of Hera but with freckles, and patches of orange in her skin. She eyed him warily as she clung to Kanan’s hand. The other was a human boy with green hair, and was gaping at Ezra with delight. “I told you,” he whispered.
“—Ezra,” the man finished, meeting Ezra’s gaze with clear, seeing eyes. The scar was still there, but… His eyesight came back. Right before he… he died. Didn’t he?
He could barely speak as Hera silently stepped out of the way, a smile on her face. Clearing his throat, Ezra managed a breath. “K-Kanan?”
A smile spread across his face. “Hey, kid. I bet you have some—”
Ezra cut him off by sprinting across the space between them and tackling him in a hug that nearly sent them both flying backwards. He was definitely going to cry, but all he could do right now was cling to his master and pray that he didn’t somehow disappear. “You’re here,” he choked out, holding back a sob.
Strong arms wrapped around him, holding him close. For a moment, he felt just like a padawan again. “I’m here,” Kanan murmured. “And so are you. Force, Ezra, we missed you so much.”
Ezra let out a shaky laugh. “Uh, you missed me? I thought you were dead.”
“I almost was.”
“Thank you for not being dead.”
He felt Kanan laugh. “Any time, kid. Thank you for coming home safely.” He paused, and Ezra could sense his confusion through their bond. Their bond, which had come flowing back so naturally that it felt like it had never left.
“Shouldn’t Sabine be with you?”
Whoops. “Uh, yeah, about that,” Ezra said sheepishly. “Um… she and Ahsoka are kinda left behind? And Thrawn is also here? And he has a team of witches and a creepy friend named Enoch?”
“Maul isn’t resurrected from the dead, too, is he?” Kanan said wryly, and Ezra laughed.
“Nope. He’s still dead.”
“Okay, then. We’ll handle it.”
We. Somehow, Ezra thought, the prospect of facing this with his family at his side made the whole situation a lot easier. It always did.
#ezra bridger#kanan jarrus#hera syndulla#jacen syndulla#depa syndulla#star wars rebels#swr#ahsoka show#ahsoka series#ahsoka series spoilers#writing stories is a kind of magic too#this was a lot of fun to write!! and it got me out of my burnout/writing slump which was nice
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//Made my own pin display!
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The inclusion of Hermes as a father figure rather than a narrator in Hadestown is the single best thing Anaïs Mitchell could possibly have done for the framing of her story in this essay I will-
#Soph’s posts#Hadestown#because!!! Because when Hermes is involved in the story it completely reshapes the way it’s being told!!!#He’s a character AND a narrator. The story is being told by somebody inside it#Because it’s not just a story even to those that know it’s a story. It’s both a life lived and a tale told.#The narrator is the thing that connects us to any story because without one we wouldn’t HAVE a story#And having a narrator who is also a character and is AWARE of that dual role integrates the audience brilliantly#As opposed to off-broadway when Hermes is inherently separate from the narrative or characters#He’s telling the story without being any kind of invested in it or doing anything to change it#Damon and Nabiyah’s Hadestown IS like a myth because it’s a story being presented by Hermes the showman#But Reeve and Eva’s Hadestown is closer to the audience because of Hermes’s closeness with Orpheus#And Orpheus is changed by Hermes’s new roles as well!!!#When he has a father figure to prompt him and help him he develops this otherworldly innocence#Which fits him much better than the separation between his magic and his personality#With Hermes pushing the story Orpheus goes from ignoring the world to not knowing it’s there#Like in come home with me where “don’t come on too strong” makes “come home with me” way sweeter#Damon’s Orpheus and his narrative would be way closer to Reeve’s if he had Andre’s Hermes#Damn I really did write an essay huh
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#school rumble#i could write an essay on it#actually i have#one of the most powerful stories ever written gah it drives me crazy that it comes in such a strange package#the story so powerful the animation team rejected the manga's bs to give the characters the finale they deserved#even though they were forced to retcon it in the final 2 episodes to push for another season#literally they just end the story on episode 19 and hard pivot to movie parody skits/vacation specials for the rest of the episodes#it's magical#until the episode 25 does the ''ohhh nooo they forgot the whole thing and put us right back where we started uh oh whoops''#''awww looks like we're gonna have to have another season''#literally#anyway if i ever start feeling emotions im probably going to start school rumble posting and never stop#schoolrum's so stupid you can only appreciate it emotionally#it's not like nichijou where theres still all this artistry and richness you can still engage with if youre cut off heartwise#i didnt even have emotions when i first watched it but it was still powerful enough to make a visceral impact#but at this point im just too far gone i need a bit of heartspace before i can have any chance of actually registering any of it again#<- finally caved and posted a schoolrum rant after like 5 and a half years on here#its the kind of series that lurks forgotten for years at a time#until one day it jumps out and grabs you and refuses to let go until you rewatch it again#best dub in history btw you didnt know english localization and voice acting could be this good#knocks the original japanese out of the park and truly ties everything together#nichijou japanese and school rumble english are the two best animation dubs of all time
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#polls#magic in stories#writing#i put other cuz i like them all lol#it depends on the story for me#oh i like when it represents who they are or when it's represents hope too but that kind falls into belief
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The real problem with BBC Merlin is, that while being a semi-coherent mess with half a million abandoned plotlines and absolutely no mythological accuracy whatsoever, it is also the exact kind of story my brain tends to fabricate when left to its own devices. Which makes it absolutely impossible for me to get rid of.
#BBC Merlin is the perfect fairy-tale set-up#too perfect#you have a castle and a prince and a princess and a clever servant who would do anything for the prince#and magic and knights and fun creatures#and a big mysterious forest and magic places to discover#also everyone is gay#so yeah#hits all my soft spots#minus the 'Star Trek style spaceship with people on it' one#duh#so if you just tell my brain to come up with some kind of story#with no further specifications re setting or style#it will most likely have these exact same elements or at least some number of them#I'm not even sure how much of it is coincidence and how much Merlin being a direct influence#but yeah it's a Thing#personal#My writing#BBC Merlin
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The Gannet (WIP) - Moodboard & Notes
" By today’s way of thinking, showing no fear of humans ought to be an endearing, if rare quality among wild species. Not so in the past. If a gannet’s nest site could be reached, the young of our largest seabird was easily seized and killed. This naive trust led Carl Linnaeus to classify its genus as Morus, ancient Greek for ‘stupid’.
The same unfearing nature is found in the gannet’s close relative, booby. The English name "booby" was possibly based on the Spanish slang term bobo, meaning "stupid”, as these tame birds had a habit of landing on board sailing ships, where they were easily captured and eaten. "
" Encountering a gannet is good luck, especially for someone who is about to undertake a voyage. Gannets spend long stretches of their lives at sea, diving from impressive heights onto shoals of fish and squid below. A gannet encounter can indicate a thirst for adventure as well as an inner fortitude that allows one to weather whatever storms may come. In addition, encountering a gannet may be a sign to take heart and have courage. Gannets must trust themselves to stay aloft over miles and miles of roiling sea. Furthermore, when the time is right these birds take death-defying plunges into the foamy waves. Encountering a gannet may be a sign to trust your instincts or to “take the plunge” and courageously dive into whatever challenge life sends your way. "
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The Gannet
The dull sting of a thin walking stick—nothing but a rod, in all honesty—whacked across the center of ??s back, his spine jerking upright in an instant. The hit wasn’t that hard. He knew it could’ve been worse, knew it had been worse in the past.
“Stop being nosy, and sit up proper, for heaven’s sake,” Mrs Malcolm(??) scolded drily.
Biting on his tongue ?? made sure to have his chin raised just right, his shoulders back and chest firmly held. With effortless dignity, poised, polished, polite. The exact way that had been drilled into him over and over, since before he had even known how to walk.
“That’s better. See, we all know you know how.”
Of course he knew. How could he not?
Regardless, the questions held silently, childishly, under his tense tongue were:
Did knowing how to do it mean that he had to do it?
And:
What if he, simply, didn’t want to do it?
And:
Did it matter what he did or did not want?
These were all questions ?? had been taught not to ask. Had been whacked by Mrs Malcolm’s walking stick for asking; had been scolded and scorned and shamed for asking.
Such aimless curiosity was unbecoming for a young gentleman like him. Curiosity, for things that the society—and thus, his family—deemed inappropriate.
Or, unimportant.
Or, below his station.
Or, reckless.
For someone like ??, who sometimes genuinely believed that curiosity was the very thing that kept his blood warm, it was nearing torture to constantly be told to focus, to stop asking questions, to do as you are told.
Where on the everloving Earth was the spark in that?
The walking stick snapped down over his pin straight shoulders.
“Hopeless!” Mrs Malcolm declared. The crow’s feet around her eyes looked unhappy, as usual. ?? blinked up at his disappointed tutor, forcefully dragging his attention to the present moment.
The book in front of him still showed the very same page from before, his progress practically nonexistent.
It was no surprise, then, that Mrs Malcolm’s walking stick was so overtly excited and active today.
“Could we not learn about something… Something less… Ah, stiff?” ?? enquired, knowing full well that he shouldn’t.
Mrs Malcolm whacked at the table top, by the book, and too close to comfort when it came to where ??s fingers rested.
?? curled his hand into a careful fist.
“Yes, Mrs Malcolm,” he said, holding back a sigh. Young men of his station weren’t to be caught huffing and puffing, it was unsightly and unattractive.
?? pulled the book slightly closer, eyes dragging sorely over the text. Endless flowery cursive moaning about old failed techniques used in even older failed wars.
Silently, to himself, ?? thought that all wars were failed wars.
Thus, perhaps, failed was his war against…
This.
#WIPs#Drafts#Posting in the hopes that it will magically write itself#Original Work#So yeah#I am trying to write other stuff than CYE too#but all writing's been on hold recently bc inspiration is nowhere to be seen#I posted here forever ago that id like to write a piratey oceany princely historic-y fantasy-y#thing#and it's not really all that but its something like that#except it's not anything at all yet really bc I haven't written much l#lmao#as you can see#I don't even have names or anything#and I don't have the story#but kind of have a vibe?#and some themes?#and atmosphere?#and some ideas for the fantasy mythology whateveritshouldbecalled worldbuilding#but yeh#I hate posting anything anywhere that is not 100% complete bc I honestly don't know#if I'll ever write this or complete it#but it's boring when no one else sees any of this crap#especially! if I never end up posting it#so yeah#The Gannet#WIP#writing#WRITERS BLOCK#sdfghm
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Big fan of when stories provide no justification/explanation for why main characters have unique, insanely powerful abilities. The writer(s) really just said “Well of course they can do that, they’re my specialist little character. It makes perfect sense.” And they’re right
#okay i made this in a joke form because i do find it funny#but like i unoronically think this is a good writing technique#like. sometimes people are just uniquely special for no reason#people with perfect pitch#people who can do insanely complicated math in their head#i know someone who can perfectly cut a card deck in half or thirds just by feel#sometimes things just don’t need an explanation!#and having your main character have this special ability for no apparent reason#really makes it clear WHY they’re the main character#like of course they’re the main character. they’re the only one who can do that. who else could the story possibly be about?#and it allows them to be obviously the main character without any kind of prophecy or clear-cut chosen one#there are definitely some cases where this does not work#like it works when the world has magic but only the main character can do a specific kind of magic#but it doesn’t work if they’re the only one in the world who has any magic#like. if you’re not gonna provide any explanation it has to be within reason imo#anyway#i wrote this about echo from dollhouse lol#but obviously it works for a lot of other characters too#nimona is a good example of this
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i dont have an actual name for it but depressed college au is probably one of my favorites. i dont really care for the adults in paranatural and thinking about how the activity club/others might grow up and continue their lives is so much more interesting to me
#i started reading this comic when i was 15? i think? and now im recently 23. i cant really say i relate or want to relate to 12 year olds an#y more. and yeah i prefer a lot more nuance and complexity when crafting+ reading stories#but when your protags are 12. well. yeah pass#pnats adults are fine but the kids are the ones i have any actual emotional interest or compulsion towards#so when i write something that might be less 'yippee whimsical wacky adventures' and the options are spender and zarei. again theyre fine bu#t i dont really care enough about spender and zarei#but i still want to write about adults you know. BEING 12 was hard enough you could not PAY me to go back into that headspace#honestly thats actually why most of wizard au takes place in their later school years#like you know those aged up mob psycho 100 aus. where mob is like a fireman and ritsu is an english major and theyre not exactly having epic#adventures anymore but theyre coming into themselves etc. god. thats the stuff 2 me#i used to hate aged up aus as a teenager bc i thought it was the author/artists excuse to put kids in weird situations. and idk considering#it was 2015. yeah fair. but i do think i get it now. teenage years are hard and theres a certain part of that hardness that i love. things#like growing up [from a 17yo perspective] and people you love going to college and trying to find yourself and dealing w friends and fear#for the future. THOSE are the kind of teen stories i like reading about. but when you start getting tired and mellowing out and things that#come with the end of college and grad school and growing up [from a 22yos perspective] is similar. but its more somber. youre older now#when the protagonists become people. thats what i like#wizard au is fun as a huge intense magical adventure project but depressed college au is just like. where i can project.#drinking an entire pack of mikes hard lemonade by myself and lying on the floor talking to friends about how im scared and pushing myself#towards a career that i love but dont know i can achieve. friends leaving. getting an apartment for the first time. and the second and#the third. that feels better when i can sit down and go 'okay. someday isabel will do this too. i might not understand. my friends might not#understand. nobody could understand and i could be alone. but max woke up with a hangover today and i know what that feels like' etc#idk just feels better. taking your favorite characters with you while you go through things. by which i mean#'taking my favorite characters and making them go through things'#you want them to be safe and happy and having fun. i want them to feel fear. we both know what we want from fiction and treasure each#depressed college au
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magic prince au is smth ive alluded to a few times. it’s an akeshu fic i was planning for like a Month before randomly getting the urge to write a soulmate fic & starting discacc instead. & ultimately it was a good thing i did, bc magic prince au is a bit too ambitious for what my writing level was like at the start of discacc, but i still do wanna write it at some point
general concept being kinda like a combination dragon age magic setup / perception formed to fit a persona series elements style. oh also some fire emblem influence lol. just mash it all together
mages naturally born, very powerful & very feared, forced to work for the government or else hunted down. late bloomer akira finds himself thrust into a world of politics he barely understands & sent to learn about his magic at this government sanctioned academy. and oh lookie there, it’s the crown prince, who is Also a magic user (for reasons) and is Public Servant Number One because of it & his specific type of magic (spoiler, he has more than one type of magic, but only one is public).
they meet, bullshit ensues
honestly the concept is just rly interesting to me. just the excuse for me to play around with magic and some Real fucked up themes (like some points of discacc but All The Time). it would be Lots of fun
#speculation nation#magic prince au#also some inspiration from my uh. dragon age rp thing i had back in like 2016#in terms of the specific flavor of how magic works#ive thought a LOT about the interaction of bless vs curse and What those magics even are#and they both fuck goro up in very different ways. and i want SO badly to write this au#but it's the kind of thing that i would want to be my main focus. and i cannot switch focuses like that until i finish discacc#so it remains in the nebulous state of 'someday i will write this' after i finish discacc#the good news is my writing gets better and better with every chapter i post. so like. when i DO write it#im hoping it'll be fucking Amazing#if u have read this far pls tell me what u think. if u message me i might just give u more details#i have like basically the entire plot thought out lmao. it's kinda ambitious but not as long as discacc will be.#a more succinct story. is the goal.#pls ask me questions about it actually ive been silent about it for too long. it's my BABY i want to talk about it. ps#pls *
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//Changing FC back to Timothee. I know it’s the cliché option but I just keep coming back to him.
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Kanera, Blind date au?
My stars this prompt is great I could have gone any number of directions but this one was too great to not write:
“You set me up on a WHAT?” Hera gaped at her friend in horror.
“A blind date,” Omega said, looking way too cheerful about the prospect. “Listen— we think you’ve been spending too much time working. The Empire’s not going to be overthrown overnight, and you need to spend some time on yourself. Like going on a date!”
There was a lot to unpack in that sentence. Hera decided to focus on it one part at a time. “We?”
“My brothers and I.”
Hera’s eyebrows shot up. “THEY’RE INVOLVED IN THIS?”
Omega nodded. “Hunter said he knows the perfect young man. Smart, kind, hates the Empire— you’ll love him!”
Letting out a long sigh, Hera said, “Omega, you know I don’t have time for that kind of thing. It’s just not a priority, not while the Empire’s still around.”
“I know,” Omega said, putting a hand on her arm. “But life doesn’t stop just because the Empire needs to be fought. Just think about it— I’m going to go check it with Echo.”
Hopping up from her seat, she headed across the restaurant to where her brother was sitting. Hera let out a long sigh, staring out across the open sea below them. She should have known visiting Pabu again was a bad idea.
“You okay?”
Glancing up, Hera saw a dark haired man standing nearby her table. She almost told him that it was none of his business— but there was something like genuine curiosity in his eyes. “Meddling friends,” she said.
The man snorted. “Oh, I know the type. Why my love life is any of their business is beyond me.”
“Exactly!” Hera said, throwing her hands up in the air. “Maybe I happen to have more important things going on than romance. And Force only knows with Omega’s friends, I’ll probably get stuck with someone insane.”
The corner of the man’s mouth tipped up in a grin. “Probably.”
“I’m back, and I brought snacks— oh, hi, Kanan!”
Hera turned at Omega’s cheerful voice. “I didn’t know you were already here,” the young woman continued, setting down the plates she’d been carrying. “And I see you met Hera.”
Slowly, Hera turned to face the man she’d been talking to. “You know the type, huh?” she said, raising a very pointed eyebrow.
He had the good sense to look a little sheepish. “In my defense, I wasn’t totally sure that it was you she was setting me up with. And I’m… less opposed to it now.”
Hera couldn’t say that she wasn’t less opposed as well. But she definitely wasn’t going to admit it. Folding her arms, she said, “Well, consider this your opportunity to convince me.”
Kanan grinned. “I like a challenge.”
Neither of them saw Omega smirking as she took a drink from her beverage.
#thanks for the ask!!#LISTEN. kanan and hera both meet omega in the bad batch#if kanan ended up going with the bad batch in s1 and trusting them (probably moving on before they met hera)#this would TOTALLY happen#omega echo and wrecker came up with this plan#only echo regrets it lol#star wars rebels#swr#kanan jarrus#hera syndulla#tbb#the bad batch#tbb omega#writing stories is a kind of magic too#kanera
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//So…I’m going back to school! Decided to go into education so I can teach nursing when my contract with this patient ends. :) But that means my time here is going to be more limited again, so I think I’m going to reformat my blogs and return to the multimuse for now. I’ll probably be doing a good-sized muse purge too, but I’m not 100% sure what that’s gonna look like yet. More news on that to come, I guess.
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#🌸 • answered asks | the thing you are most afraid to write; write that •#🌸 • open starter | what do you do with an idea? •#🌸 • closed starter | write what should not be forgotten • #🌸 • starter call | you can make anything by writing •#🌸 • out of character | writing stories is a kind of magic too •
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#🖋️ • chione | death is only dangerous to the unlived life •#🖋️ • harlyn | a hacker does for love what others would not do for money •#🖋️ • lettie | she is beauty inside and out; she is my light •#🖋️ • arillia | you’ve got to do whatever it takes to protect the ones you love •#🖋️ • audrey & tae | wherever you are is my home; my only home •#🖋️ • enya & kári | I love you; that’s the beginning and the end of everything •#🖋️ • luca & lettie | know that I loved you; know that it was not enough •#🖋️ • noah & arillia | you were a risk; a mystery; and the most certain thing I’ve ever known •#🖋️ • enya & zaria | she set fire to the world around herself but never let a flame touch her •#🖋️ • pinned post | one day the girl with the books became the woman writing them •#🖋️ • headcanon | it is a blessing and a curse to feel everything so deeply •#🖋️ • verse info | write hard and clear about what hurts •#🖋️ • out of character | writing stories is a kind of magic too •#🖋️ • starter call | you can make anything but writing •#🖋️ • closed starter | write what should not be forgotten •#🖋️ • open starter | what do you do with an idea? •#🖋️ • answered asks | the thing you are most afraid to write; write that •
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#💀 • headcanon | there is something at work in my soul that I do not understand •#💀 • verse info | words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality •#💀 • out of character | writing stories is a kind of magic too •#💀 • starter call | it’s a perfect night for mystery and horror; the air itself is filled with monsters •#💀 • closed starter | I would rather walk with a friend in the dark than alone in the light •#💀 • answered asks | all that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream •#💀 • open starter | no one should brave the underworld alone •#💀 • aesthetic | and so being young and dipped in folly i fell in love with melancholy •
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