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Writer (& Artist) Ask Game

Reblog this and let your pals ask about your OCs, stories, or about you! Remember to check your inbox, and feel free to tag someone you want to see play :)

* Who was your first ever OC? Do you still “use” them? How have they evolved over time?

Who is your newest OC? Why did you make them?

Biggest self-insert OC?

What kind of music do your OCs listen to?

What are some of your OCs biggest fears?

Do you have any OCs without stories? Will you ever create one for them?

What are your favourite relationships between your OCs? (romantic or platonic!)

Do you have any OC family trees?

Favourite OC?

OC you most struggled to make?

* Sum up one or more of your wips!

Which story took the most research?

Which story has the most lore?

Current word count of all your main wips?

How many projects do you have going on right now? Are there any that you doubt you’ll ever finish?

What was you first major project? How far along is it?

What are some tropes and character dynamics found in your wips?

Describe the setting of one or more of your wips

What are some things that inspired your stories? Real events? Maybe a dream?

What story are you the proudest of? Why?

* When did you start considering yourself a writer/artist?

What are all the “kinds” of writing/art you do? (short stories, poetry, screenplays, digital, painting, clay, etc.)

Are you in any writer/artist groups? (Ex: discord server!)

Do you have/want a career in your medium? If not, what do you do/want to do instead?

What’s your favourite genre to write? Is it also your favourite genre to read?

What are your favourite books?

What are your favourite movies?

 Favourite songs at the moment?

What was your first fandom you were in? Did you make any art/fanfic for it?

How are you doing? <3

Ask away!

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can you tell us more about gaelin? are they the priestess? i checked the character intros but it only had zemorri and sciosa. sorry if you have mentioned it on blog before.

Yes that's her! No need to apologize!! I'll take any and all opportunities to talk about any of my oc's/my wips lol. I did have an intro up for her but i've since privated it to have my intros be more cohesive with each other.

Gaelin is a Zaentiraeal (pretty much an elf) women who was raised in a temple since she was a baby and was trained to become the high priestess. She acts as a voice for the gods and communes with them pretty much everyday.

She's also the ex-lover of Sciosa's mother and was left with a broken heart from that fall out. She never stopped, and tbh never will stop, loving Daemys (Sciosa's mom) but has taken on an interesting role after the death of daemys. Gaelin's become an adoptive mother to Sciosa, and many others actually. She had always loved children, but those chosen to train as high priestess are forbidden to have their own children, and many who become high prietess drink something that makes them barren. Gaelin had taken that act of devotion and drank the elixir, so to fill that role in her life she's always wanted, she "adopts" others and becomes a sort of mother figure. Most of the time that bond forms naturally, other times Gaelin has had some involvement, such as in Sciosa's case, and feels the need to step in.

A few little quick facts before I yap too much lol

She's 153 years old

She's got that snow white vibe - pale with black hair, though with violet eyes

Girlie is nothing without her lemon tarts

She also is a very well read person, and reads all she can. Her favorites are about the gods of old, fate, various creatures of magic, and even some more obscure concepts such as the planes of their world (mortal, aryl, iffera, and morae)

a few of her inspirations are Yennefer (the witcher), Lunafreya (FFXV), Cassandra (greek mythology)

Thank you for all the asks btw!! I saw them and got so giddy, I really will take any opportunity to go on and on about my wip! Though life is getting hectic atm so it may take a while to get to them all but I promise I will get to them! (that goes to everyone's who's sent me an ask and i've not replied btw!! I have them all I'm just making sure I give good answers)

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here's your chance to defend zemorri--what makes him NOT pathetic?

praying to any god listening I finally do my boy justice 😮‍💨

Zemorri is one of the most skilled warriors to have ever graduated from the Dragon Hall, and also the youngest. Dude isn't only good with a blade, he can be ruthless as all hell. He wasn't made the emperor's champion just because Zevetta's husband put in a good word. Dude as spent the better part of 5 years before the start of poto stopping multiple rebellions, fighting in off an evasion in the southern border, and even made a whole noble house go extinct. At 9 years old Zemorri decided to claim a wild dragon, something many Zrato have attempted and very few accomplish. Indiss was young and wounded, but still could've easily killed Zemorri. Indiss is a Crown-horned Eastern Piketail and those bitches are MEAN. Zemorri knew that even as a kid, and yet he saw Indiss and was hell bent on claiming him. Imagine a 9 year old walking up to like a bear or lion and offering it bread. Like even as a kid Zemorri was brave af. He's also such a family man?? He would kill for his family. I mean he'd kill for less than that, but STILL. Don't threated his loved ones, because either your being burnt to a crisp by indiss, or your going up against a fearsome warrior. Also he's such a sweet talker? and good in bed? AS WELL as comfortable in his masculinity despite living in a society that thrives on toxic masculinity.

So we got amazing fighter, earned his rank fairly and wasn't nepo babied into it, brave, loyal and loving, got the wit in him and doesn't buy into the sexism of his world and actually speaks against those practices and ya'll going on about him being pathetic 🙄

Thank you for the ask and letting me try to redeem Zemorri 😤

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DIALOGUE TAG

I was tagged by @willtheweaver and @winterandwords thank you both!!

Sharing a small exchange between Sciosa and Gaelin :,)

“I went to see my mother’s chamber. I-I’ve never seen them.” Well, it isn’t an all-out lie. The Priestess studied the Princess’s face. Caressing a thumb on Sciosa’s cheek before dropping her hand to her side. She knows. Gaelin always knows. “Was it all you hoped to be? I’ve never dared ventured near again, even now it’s too raw.” Gaelin lamented, deciding not to press further into the truth. Sciosa thought back to the room. All the things the Queen had brought from Zenier, all her personal belongings, and the cradle. The empty cradle that she had tried not to acknowledge, but was there all the same. “It felt like she was still alive. That she might walk through the door any moment. And-” Sciosa paused, shaking her head, “A cradle was by the bed.” Gaelin nodded as if she could see it in her mind's eye. “It was a gift from your uncle, her brother. Ilyos couldn’t bear to take it from the room, so they had another brought in for you.” Gaelin gave the Princess a warm smile, though memories of the past gave way through her eyes giving them a dark cast. “What of her family? I’ve written a few times, but never heard back.” Sciosa wished to take the words back. She didn’t want to know, not truly. Ilyos would never tell her about the queen’s family, and she learned not to ask.

I'm going to gently tag @drchenquill @leahnardo-da-veggie @tildeathiwillwrite @illarian-rambling @wyked-ao3 (no pressure!)

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Happy Storyteller Saturday! How do you come up with titles for your wips?

Happy Storyteller Saturday!! Thank you for the ask too!

Plight of the Oracle took a whole evening of brain storming, it started with me wanting to use "covenant" to describe the Nite Treaty and it breaking. So I had The Night Covenant and then i've always loved the word plight so I came up with Plight of the Covenant. Covenant just didn't fit the vibe and then I ended up on Oracle for Gaelin. My husband is actually the one who got me to keep "plight of the" when he accidently called poto Plight of the Dragon. From then on I knew the series would keep that theme. Though I only have POTO and POTD named rn because I'm not sure how exactly the series is going to pan out right now and how many books i'll need lol

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Who’s yodeling in who’s ear 😭 there’s only one answer that is canonically correct lmao

Also the way there is some truth in this?? Goofy tbh

Why did Indiss let a nine year old Zemorri claim him?

because he saw how pathetic zemorri was and realized for his reputation sake he needed a badass dragon by his side to make pup-morri seem like a genuinely intimidating war tyrant.

also because he likes to yodel in his ear.

thanks for the ask, slat!

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"what would sciosa do if i put her in a jar and shook them around, what would she do?"

hehe another victim for the jar

she'd probably demand you let her out, she'd probably escalate to threatening you, if you still didn't let her out? girlie would do a little magic pulse and shatter the jar and then demand an apology. if you were mean and didn't apologize she's probably resort to teaching you manners. which is something no one wants trust me. so plz apologize to her little weasel

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just finished my outline of POTO so hopefully I won't be completely lost whenever I open a chapter LMAOO

ANYWOO here is a fun little graph that shows the pov characters and how many they have. are we surprised Zemorri has the most? tbh I'm not necessarily surprised? just disappointed. it isn't his book but also Sciosa and Gaelin kinda tag team the concave scenes where as Nivra scenes are only through Zemorri's pov. but oh well

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coming to terms with shit rn

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Ivyr has been saved from the chopping block ya'll

everyone thank @thecomfywriter for saving Vutlis' sweetheart from being axed from poto. She can live fear free - for now- and be the menace she was always going to be while aiding Zemorri and herself

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if i put zemorri in a little glass mason jar and shook him around what would he do

LMAOOO thank you letters for the sillies!!

First, he'd probably get sick and throw up. Then ask why you're shaking him. Then get annoyed and angy at being shaken. Then probably cry and beg to be let out.

Poor boy can only be tough for so long before those big puppy dog eyes show up and the tears start flowing :,)

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SEVEN SENTENCE SUNDAY

Thank you @the-golden-comet for the tag!! Sharing the beginning of one of the more spookier scenes in POTO

The temple crumbled beneath the Songbirds feet, though not from age or ware and tear. Brushing his finger’s across the rocky face, through grooves that were no doubt claw marks. Large and unlike anything Zemorri had ever seen. The air on his arm prickled. No dragon that size would fit in the small halls, nor would any other beast that could make similar marks. A faint chanting traveled through the narrow corridor, Zemorri could taste the sweetness in the air. Magic. Just what the occasion needed.

Leaving this an open tag but gently nudging my POTO tag list

@lord-fallen @inkingfireplace @rhikasa @leahnardo-da-veggie @satohqbanana

@real-fragments @the-inkwell-variable @tildeathiwillwrite @fromthenortheast @heycerulean

@sonnetery @wyked-ao3

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My Halloween ask for you is, Which of your OC's would summon the demon of Halloween and why?

Oooo!! A Halloween ask!

So in their universe they don't have a Halloween but in Vultis they celebrate a day of remembrance by lighting bonfires and praying that their ancestors will look down on them and be proud and (tbh i don't think any Zrato/Irayo look down to "modern day" Zrato/Irayo and feel pride LMAOO)

So that being said, I feel like Zemorri along with Ivemaar and Qhuriex, would try and spook Zemorri's sisters by pretending to summon an ancestor who scolds the girls. Only Zemorri having dumb luck with summoning forces beyond the mortal plan (spoiler? ig? not really) would open one of hells gates and a demon would happen to walk out.

The more I think about it the scarier that would be in lore because none of those idiots process magic in order to close the gate. Ya know what? For piece of mind Sciosa and her own two idiots, Aeris and Ryon will be there.

Thank you for the ask Wyked!!

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Send this to all your favourite moots and pass the pumpkin round! KEEP THE PUMPKIN TRAIN GOING 🎃🖤🎃🖤🎃

consider me sending this right back to you wyked!!! 🫂🫂🫂

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INSEASOFGREEN WRITING COMMUNITY

Heyoo so I might've done something with the purpose of it just being me and a few friends buuut I can't just keep it for myself after I spent so much work on it. So now introducing:

the inseasofgreen writing community!!

come for yapping stay for random poto tangents? maybe?? probably.

There's channels for writing, but as well as other interests such as- video games, movie/tv shows, art, etc. I'd love for you to join so we can chat and hang out!

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BROOOOO

Marigolds

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Written by G.K. Multani (@thecomfywriter)

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We grow marigolds in the garden. Boisterous bright flowers that awaken at the blush of dawn. Orange never did unfold as kindly as they did on her petals, neither the wind sound softer without her whispered hush. She was the fragrance of pollen that enchanted even the most allergic with the woes of, “What if… If only…”

You were my marigold. What happened to us?

There were days, once, when the toss of my arm would touch your skin. Soft and supple, yet slightly prickly to the hand. You never did like it when I pointed it out. So I didn’t. I stopped. So why did you act like I didn’t?

Marigold, my marigold… You were the sunshine in a storm. Grey clouds could not hide your smile, yet darkness carried you into the oblivion. You let yourself be carried, marigold. What was it about the abyss that was warmer than my arms?

You had said there was a star in the sky waiting to be named after us, marigold. I look at that star every night. My north star. Like the flowers in my garden, you’ve become the constellations in my night. And yet your side of the bed stays empty. Why didn’t you tell me you were going to leave tomorrow? I would have held you longer that night.

Why did you leave tomorrow? Why did you leave at all? I planted a seed every time I missed you. Every time your name landed on my lips, I watered that dry soil. I can hear you even now… Your taunts are my only pacification— “You’d take better care of a dead garden than me…” But I take care of this garden for you, my marigold. Why could you never see that?

There was a winter, once, where you said I was your soul. You had asked for a pint of ice cream shortly after. I thought you were crazy. I called you crazy, even though I was the one to walk out into that storm to get it for you. I would have walked across man’s third ice age for you, marigold. When did you become my ice age? When will it stop? When will it end? When will you return like the bright warmth of the summer sun?

You hadn’t even thanked me for the ice cream. You had just scoffed and rolled your eyes. “So you’ll listen to me for this…” But I listened to your every word like a dog, marigold. You can’t blame a dog for not understanding a riddle.

Saturday morning papers… You hated that too. God, you hated everything, didn’t you? You hated the way I scrunched my nose at the news. I wouldn’t notice until you clanged your dishes and I would asked you why. Then you’d scrunch your nose the same way and snide why I’d bothered asking if I wasn’t paying attention. I was reading, marigold. Should I have admired you instead while you sneered at me?

You told me what the matter was. Four weeks later. Even the flowers speak faster than you do, marigold, and all the more clearer. They shrivel and die when they’re neglected. You just turned mean.

No. I didn’t mean that. You weren’t mean. I didn’t neglect you. Stop that. Even now, you twist the words in my head. I can’t get you out of my mind, and even there I am not safe from your malignancy.

No. I didn’t mean that either. I’m sorry, marigold. You’re not malignant. Not at all. You’re my winter sunlight. Deceptively cold. You were supposed to be my comfort in this chill. You were just an illusion.

No. Stop it. You were my marigold. My blooming flower. You were the side eyes and harsh words across the dinner table when my mouth was too full because I was too eager to eat your pleasant food to say thank you. Couldn’t you see, marigold? My haste was a compliment. I wasn’t running away, marigold. I was trying to talk without words. Love is speechless like that. Yet you were a blabber mouth.

No. I didn’t mean that either. No no no no… No—stop that, marigold. What are you doing to me? I loved you, marigold. I love you, marigold. Everything about you. You were my everything. You should have stayed, marigold. I would have learned to love you more. I would have learned to bark at your riddles. I would have learned to speak with my mouth full. I would have learned to not leave you during a snowstorm. I would have learned it all had you had the patience to stay. I would have. I would have done anything for you. Can’t you see that, marigold? Can’t you see how far I am willing to go?

Look outside, marigold. Look at how the ice freezes over my garden. Our garden. The earth cracks cold and hides the mound that lies beneath your flowers. I’ve dug holes for you, marigold. I’ve planted flowers for you, marigold. I’ve hidden secrets for you, marigold. Why did you have to make your bed in the garden, where I cannot sleep by your side. I still try every night, you know? I wake up with frostbites. All for you, my marigold.

I’ll take a walk in the garden tonight, my marigold. You always said you wanted to walk under the moonlight with me. I’ll touch each petal that feels like soft, supple skin, and wonder if the blood that fed the soil made you forever my garden of marigolds.

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