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i’m so glad earth only has one moon, if there were more i’d have to pick a favorite and that sounds too emotionally taxing to even fathom

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reblog if you’re a writer who feels guilt whenever they’re not writing and being productive, so I know I’m not the only one lol

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pov you're a non-published aspiring writer:

brain: comes up with a new story idea while working on your main project

me: wait, that’s actually good. let’s write that instead.

brain: skips to imagining movie adaptation of unwritten story

me: i'm never gonna get published

brain: starts playing elevator music

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heather havrilesky

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Dark Nova- A.K.A. Anomaly

Less ghostly presentation :3

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All my life I have said I am unorganized but last week over three days I read through my entire first draft and took notes in the notebook you see in front of you. I color-coded what the tabs meant, I posted post-it notes on top of my notes to remind me of things I want to be reminded of. This notebook is my cheat sheet for my book and is now my most prized possession because it is not only proof of my organizational skills but also proof that I can do it. This is something I am capable of and something I will do.

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Nova the Brilliant

& Her Shadow; Dark Nova

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"Midnight Meetings"

Nova x Nightshade

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"Hey did you write today?"

Yes.

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Another frog

Done in photoshop with oil paint mixer brush

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Done in photoshop with oil paint mixer brush

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"A distant groan of frustration faintly makes its way to me when I crouch just beyond the brambles, though I see no signs of my chasers. More distant gurgles and moans- their way of communicating- before the sound starts to get fainter and fainter towards my south. I almost let out a sigh of relief- instead I bite the inside of my cheek and count to fifty before rising back to my feet. I give a quick glance around me before turning deeper into the forest, moving at a slower, quieter pace than before. Mother had always told me that the closer you get to the Heart Tree the thicker the trunks of the trees become; that the trees grow closer and closer together until the canopy is so thick that the forest floor is as dark as a new moon’s midnight, and you can barely squeeze through the spaces between the trees."

-excerpt from chpt 1 of current wip

Hey. You. Writer stuck in the scroll hole.

What'cha write this week?

Give us a peek?

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i’ve been carrying around this fortune cookie fortune for like a year and now it’s time to pass the good fortune on to all of you! you should write a book!

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'In the Beginning'

(Prologue to fantasy romance WIP)

373 words

It was a clear, sunny summer day like any other in Solburn Forest. The birds were singing, the tree bridges were bustling with busy subjects- every part of the Fae Kingdom was alive and vibrating with activity. The Princess’ suitor was to arrive today, the wedding was this evening and the banquet was set to last the fortnight. All was well, everyone was happy and eager to help.

Except for the Princess herself. She had taken to barricading herself in the lofty Heart Tree Tower where few could reach. Neither her mother nor father or any of her siblings, aunts, uncles or servants could coax her from beyond the door. Not even promises of calling off the wedding- lie or not- brought the headstrong heir from her hole; so they decided to go in.

All they found was a half-rummaged room and a note proclaiming the Princess had fled the tower and disowned the kingdom. For what purpose? Her forbidden love with the Night King her parents had refused her hand to some moons before. They knew she was unhappy about the arrangement, but even her family questioned the validity of the note. But with no other proof available, the Sol family could only take the story the note told as the truth of the Princess’ disappearance.

She was never found again, nor was the Night King ever heard from again- at least not for nearly a century. When he did, the truth of the princess came out as he unleashed a hateful, all-consuming fog to wander the country. He had kidnapped her, made her his Queen and never allowed her to see the sun or sky again. The Night Queen had borne him a single heir- a single thread to renew his life; but she escaped his kingdom, fleeing to the once place he could not follow- the surface above where the Sun kept the Night King at bay.

But it did not stop the Wandering Fog, nor did it stop his allies that could so freely traverse the upper world.

His time is running out, and the girl is his only hope to continue his reign.

And she has no intentions of ever returning to her father’s Kingdom.

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About

This will be the master post for any long running projects I post here, as well as an index of general info.

You can call me Kosmic, Cosmo, Nitra or Op.

They/them; 27 yrs old

I work mainly with Sonic fan characters for my art, but I also work on short stories that are either: fantasy, horror, or romance or within media that inspires me such as Sonic the Hedgehog (mainly the original archie comic versions of the cast) or Star Trek.

LIST OF ONGOING WORKS:

None as of yet :(