#Quill's writing

[mrs-theirin]

“Bianca’s getting married.”

“Oh, I’m very happy for her. Is it to a charming Honda Civic? Or is that too young for her?”

Her joke didn’t land well. He sighed heavily. “The real Bianca."

Eden Hawke and Varric Tethras have been friends for 7 years. Their bond is unbreakable, which is why when Varric asks Eden to be his fake date to his on-again/off-again ex girlfriend Bianca's wedding, she agrees immediately. The two of them embark on the road trip of a lifetime, one they will never forget. ♫

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[quillsinkwell]

Chapter 14 of Breaking the Cycle is now up!

[life-imitates-art-far-more]

Charles van den Eycken (1859-1923) "The Little Writer" (1913) Oil on panel

[nadiajustbe]

One of my favorite parts about the writing of Howl's Moving Castle is how easy it is to write off all the things from our world at first as him just being a weird wizard™ (also thanks to bestie @jutenium for spotting this I wouldn't put it like that without you!!/pos). Sure, Sophie uses weird descriptions, but readers have every reason to believe them because of the way Howl is presented as a character. When Sophie says he wrote with a quill that doesn't need an ink, you wouldn't think it was actually a ballpoint pen, you would think Howl had just enchanted his quill so that it wouldn't need ink! When she adds that she can't make out a single word, you think he has matchingly terrible handwriting, but in fact Sophie has simply never seen a pen writing. When she sees the mysterious labels on his books, you think he's keeping a lot of obscure magical literature, but it's really just an encyclopedia and a guide like "Top 10 Rugby Tips." When Sophie notices the bottles in Howl's bathtub, you think they're some kind of magical jars where he keeps girl's hearts, but I'm almost certain that they're just 'Dove' and 'Head and Shoulders' that he's enhanced with his spells and put silly labels on. When you read Calicifer singing a song in a language Sophie doesn't understand, you think it's some kind of ancient cipher or code, but it's actually just a rugby song in Welsh that Howl sings when he's drunk. And finally, when you see the terrifying black door, which is completely shrouded in darkness, you imagine a passage to an eerie, mythical place, similar to what Miyazaki showed us - but it's just fucking Wales.

[blistexenthusiast]

19th century gilded wax seals

[slashmagpie]

It’s quiet when the wild cards stop.

Pearl comes to a stop for the first time in hours, her body shaking, heart still pounding. She can feel the heavy thrum of blood in her veins. She stares out over spawn island and the server beyond, her breath misting in the cool evening air.

It hits her then, all at once. Impulse is gone. Her friend, her ally, the man she’d wanted to win. She’d given him everything, her resources, her totem, her time, her devotion…

And he’s gone.

The next breath in hurts, catching against something tight and sharp in her chest. It comes out shaking. She swallows hard against the lump in her throat.

Gem’s gone, too. If she’d lived just another thirty seconds she’d have survived the explosion of wild cards enough to see this quiet aftermath. Pearl could have been her friend, then, maybe, best friends again on red just like Gem had promised. If she hadn’t changed her mind again. Because Gem’s been confusing, all hot-and-cold, and Pearl’s been confused, so confused, and now she’ll never have clarity.

…They’ll never have that 1v1 either. 

The breath in burns. Her eyes burn too. The breath out catches at her vocal cords, not quite a whine, not quite a sob.

Impulse gone. Gem gone. BigB’s gone, has been gone for a while, taken by his snail, their friendly, (un)reliable, formerly nosy neighbour. Pearl remembers losing him before, gone too soon, time run out, and she’d wanted him to win, she’d wanted—

Scott’s dead. And isn’t that—isn’t that just—they’d made it to the end as a team. Just like Scott wanted. Because everybody had said they couldn’t, that they’d turn on each other like before, and he’d wanted to prove them wrong. And she still doesn’t know, really, how she feels about him. If this season has healed those wounds. If there's a part of her that will always feel bitter and sick and angry when she thinks about him. Even now, it’s still not gone. But they’d laughed, and they’d stuck by each other, and that had to mean something. It had meant something, however small.

She wraps her arms around herself, curls in around the burning ore in her chest. Her cheeks are wet. The in breath is just as ragged and broken as the out breath.

God, she feels pathetic. Completely and utterly pathetic. Alone and aching and everyone she’s fought with, fought for, is gone. Just like last time. Just like the time before. It hurts, and not in a good way, and she longs for the familiar and soothing sting of powdered snow. 

(A pain that is completely inaccessible to her in this world.) 

“Pearl!” 

She turns. Cleo’s standing on the bank, and she looks just as exhausted as Pearl feels. Pearl hurriedly straightens up, wipes at her eyes, sucks in a shaking, aching breath.

“Cleo!” 

Cleo doesn’t say anything as Pearl crosses the water towards her. She regards Pearl with sad eyes, soft eyes, and god, it doesn’t help with how pathetic Pearl feels. She draws in another painful breath, sharp in her throat, and Cleo opens her arms.

Pearl takes the invitation gladly, practically throwing herself at Cleo. Cleo is large and tall and broad and her arms are strong and warm around Pearl, or as warm as a zombie can get, at least. Pearl buries her face into the sweat-and-blood-soaked fabric of Cleo’s leotard and hiccups a sob around the glass shards of grief in her chest.

“Cleo, I’m so lost, I don’t know what to do anymore.”

Cleo hums, fingers running through Pearl’s tangled hair, and her voice catches in her throat, awkward and unsure before hardening. “I—If nothing else, we kill Joel.”

Killing Joel won’t make anything better. It’s barely a goal, nothing like help Impulse win, nothing ever so noble. (Nothing like get Scott back, nothing like protect BigB, nothing like get Bdubs—Joel—Scar to the end, it’s not—)

But it’s something. Something to latch onto, when it feels like the stillness of the world is somehow even more unstable than the chaos that had preceded it.

She swallows, pushes herself back from Cleo’s chest, looks up into Cleo’s dim green eyes. They’re rimmed with red and cushioned by deep purple bags, steely and uncertain and the last thing Pearl has to rely on.

“I agree with that. I like that, I like that thought. Okay. Y’know what, that’s fine.”

“That’s—that’s the law.”

“Alright. Fine. Let’s do that.”

And the words come out harsh, bitter, stinging her tongue like lemon juice and bile. Really, there’s nothing else to fight for, nothing else to win, not for Pearl. She’s not dead, but she’s already out of the game, all of her pieces stolen. There’s just Cleo, her old friend, her old enemy, her last remaining teammate. There’s just Cleo, and Pearl, and a half-dozen losses shattered between them.

So Pearl will sideline her grief, and take those shards, and she will do her best to kill with them. Just like everyone’s been goading her to do all season. Red in her clothes, in her eyes, in her blood, between her teeth. A stray dog that’s been ordered to attack. She doesn’t fight it anymore. There’s no point in pretending to be a person now.

After all, there’s nothing left to lose, and nothing left to win.

[radiojamming]

A sacred text. A belovéd vampire. A tragic reminder to us all.

Acrylic, gold leaf, and silver leaf on goatskin vellum. Marginalia to come when I have time.

(Thank you to @wayneradiotv and @socpens for this incredible moment in streaming.)

[edandstede]

imagine it. sherlock returns in 2026. the baby is gone. what baby? the baby never existed. all the conspirators are vindicated. sherlock and john fuck nasty and the skull with glowing eyes on the wall watches. mystrade is canon. there is never any mention of his sister again and we still don’t know if sherlock’s best friend was a boy or a dog and at this point everyone is too afraid to ask.

[starglitterz]

♡ SPICY. // PART ONE

❝ ‘cause i’m too spicy for your heart, ring the fire alarm! ❞ // attractive things the genshin men do

✧ feat ; al-haitham, ayato, childe, cyno, diluc, heizou, kaeya, thoma, wriothesley, xiao x gn!reader

✧ warning(s) ; fluff, suggestive, implied kamisato!reader for thoma’s, reader is shorter than ayato for his part, modern au for wriothesley, traveller!reader for xiao’s

✧ a/n ; yeah yeah i’m a slut we all know that already let’s move on 🙄 /lh i was brainrotting sm LOL i hope u guys enjoy! 

part one︱info︱part two

please reblog + leave comments ! it helps a lot w motivation <3

✦ “are you listening?” AL-HAITHAM’s voice cuts through your messy thoughts and you scramble for your pen to scribble some nonsense and at least pretend you were concentrating. your eyes are glued to the paper in front of you, too embarrassed to meet his gaze after what you were daydreaming about him. without warning, he uses his index finger to tilt your chin up to face him with a curt “pay attention.” his green irises bore into yours, scanning them as if to discover why you haven’t been focusing and the intensity of his gaze makes heat rise to your cheeks. his actions clearly result in the opposite of the desired effect though, because it’s made you ten million times more distracted, too busy thinking about your tutor doing things that certainly aren’t academic.  

✦ there’s definitely something in the way that AYATO leans down to hear you better. it’s a simple gesture, but when he bends down to listen to what you’re saying, it proves that he’s putting in the effort to continue the conversation and is genuinely interested in your chatter. or even if it’s something like leaning against the door frame, a reminder of how idiotically tall he is, it always gets your heart beating quicker and you lose your train of thought. but maybe he isn’t as clueless as you think he is, because the smirk playing about his lips as he admires your flustered expression while you stumble over your words definitely says otherwise. 

✦ sometimes when you see CHILDE’s idiotic smirk, it takes everything in you not to punch it off his face. however, when he’s in the heat of battle, the way his lips curl just so as he lifts an eyebrow at his opponent daringly, almost as if he’s asking them “you really think you can defeat me?” you’d rather punch him with your lips. the sheer confidence he exudes as he fights, the casual manner with which he switches his bow to his hydro polearm, the easy grin dancing about his mouth – it’s incredibly attractive. 

✦ it shouldn’t be a big deal, but whenever CYNO wraps his arms around your waist from behind to pull you into his embrace, you swear your heartbeat accelerates to the speed of light. he’ll rest his chin on your shoulder too, and if he’s feeling mischievous (which is practically all the time), he’ll tilt his head ever so slightly so he’s at the perfect angle to press fleeting kisses against your neck. you can almost feel his smile against your skin as you shiver from the sensation of his warm lips. 

✦ DILUC is not one for grand public displays of affection. you don’t mind, you’re fine with it, but one day another patron at the angel’s share keeps flirting with you, and suddenly you feel the winery owner beside you, one arm snaking around your waist almost possessively. “it’s nice to meet you,” he murmurs to the other man in a tone icy enough to freeze over hell. his fingers tap a steady rhythm against your hips and you feel like his touch is branding you through the layers of fabric. it evidently gets the message across because the poor customer leaves immediately with his tail between his legs, and all DILUC does is squeeze your waist lightly and press a soft kiss on your forehead as a hint of a smug smile curves his lips. 

✦ being a genius detective and also just being really annoying are certainly not mutually exclusive, as HEIZOU continues to prove every single day. case in point; the way he’s proudly walking around the tenryou commission, the array of wine-coloured bruises you left on his neck last night blatantly out for display. the other inazumans who notice look scandalized, while kujou sara seems dangerously close to bursting a blood vessel. “heizou!” you hiss, pulling him into a secluded corner to scold him, “why didn’t you wear a scarf or something?!” the detective merely gives you his trademark grin and winks playfully, “why should i? it’s a mark of your love, i wouldn’t want to hide it~”

✦ one thing’s for certain whenever you talk to KAEYA – he will give you his undivided attention. you love that about him, but sometimes his piercing gaze is almost distracting, the varied shades of sparkling blue a stark contrast to the matte black leather of his eyepatch and often making you veer wildly off-track to whatever you’re telling him about. it only worsens when you catch his stare sometimes drifting to your lips, but he’ll shake his head as if jolting himself out of a reverie before he continues looking at you and nodding like he’s been paying attention this entire time. and if you call him out on it, he’ll just raise both hands in surrender, “sorry, babe, i can’t help it – you just look so kissable when you’re talking!”

✦ THOMA is an absolute softie, always making your favourite foods and spoiling you as the housekeeper of the kamisato clan. it makes sense that you’ve never realised just how strong he actually is. but then you catch a glimpse of him one evening after a long day’s work, and as he lifts up the edge of his shirt to wipe the glistening sweat off his face you think you could collapse. the gesture exposes his toned abdomen, muscles clenching as he lets out a soft groan, and the only coherent thought running through your mind is; why has he been hiding this the entire time?! maybe it’s time for you to switch the kamisato housekeeper uniform to a crop top… 

✦ WRIOTHESLEY is a gentleman who’ll never let you take a cab home alone, especially not after a long night out in the city. but as he’s pulling up to your house, your thoughts are definitely nowhere near appreciating how sweet he is, rather you’re admiring how close his muscled arms are to your face while his hand is on the back of your seat as he turns to check the rear mirror. from the passenger seat, you get the perfect view of his side profile, his chiseled features, the barely visible trace of stubble on his chin, his stormy gray eyes… he’s like the dark male lead of every romance manhwa. and when he catches you looking, he gives you a smile that’s almost teasing, “like what you see, beautiful?” 

✦ even though XIAO is the one who’s supposed to teleport to you whenever you call his name, you can’t help but find yourself gravitating towards him whenever he says yours. it must be how he utters it, softly, lovingly, almost reverent in his gentleness as if you’ll shatter before his eyes if he whispers it even a decibel louder. and sure, he calls you by several petnames (butterfly, dove), but the way your name slips past his lips like a prized jewel will always be your favourite. sometimes it feels as if your name is going to be worn out from how often people use it, begging you to help them with miscellaneous tasks and pushing you to exhaustion. but during those late nights at wangshu inn as you rest in his embrace, he whispers your name as if it’s a secret for just the two of you and the stars and you can’t help but think how lucky you must have been to be born with such a pretty name, created for your adeptus lover to murmur with so much affection lacing his tone. 

GRR i lowk love this... hope yall do too! don't forget to check out part 2 when it's published as well <3

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[rqbossman]

Was the stuff in the transcripts such as [Around a Mouthful of Archivist] for your laughs, the readers, or both?

So stage directions were originally written by Jonny under duress because I insisted I needed to have at least some kind of hint as to what the heck was happening if I was going to direct and edit. These days though we just accept that people are reading them and factor it in. I would say I am generally more comedic and specific than Jonny in my stage directions but then again this is the guy who wrote something along the lines of "weird sounding bullshit happens" in an official script back in the day so there's probably not that much difference really.

[jellyskink]

Literally been obsessed with this AU ever since you posted it on Twitter! Is it possible to see interactions he’s had with other humans other than Stanley? I mean, he’s infamous and there’s gotta be /some/ humans living in the bubble, right? :o

Thank you, I'm so glad you like the AU!! :D

I wrote in its initial reference that Ford acts more like himself around other humans, but I haven't gotten to show that until now!

[mrs-theirin]

Bands break up and lose members all the time. It was bound to happen at some point, right? Dawn's not so sure.

After many discussions, bittersweet memories has made the decision to part ways with our co-singer, Seven Lawless. The decision was supported by both parties, and while it is not easy for any of us, we support Seven on his future endeavors. We ask for respect in our decision and not to speculate on the split. Thank you.

Dawn frowns at the screen. “This is disgusting. I’m going to throw up.”

Rowan groans, running his hands down his face. “What now? This is the 15th revision we’ve written today. You have less trouble writing songs.”

“It’s just cheap,” Dawn says weakly, shrugging. “If this happened to me, I’d feel awful.”

Jazzy takes a slow, deep breath, placing a hand on Dawn’s shoulder. She tries not to flinch away from the touch. “Dawn. We have to tell people somehow.”

“Besides,” Iris cuts in, “who cares how he’s feeling? He’s the one who decided to walk out on us. Not to mention break your heart in the–”

“Iris,” Jazzy hisses. 

Rowan throws his hands up in protest. “What? She’s just saying what we’re all thinking!”

Dawn puts her head in her hands, tuning out the noise. “‘Many discussions’,” she quotes with a bitterness in her voice. “If you can call screaming at each other ‘discussions’.”

“Dawn–” starts Iris, but she shakes her head.

“This is wrong.” She shakes her head again, standing up from her chair. “This is wrong. How do you think Seven is going to feel reading this? He’s going to see it. We know he’s going to see it.”

“He might not,” offers Jazzy. “He probably…well…”

“Has us blocked,” finishes Devyn. “On everything.”

“But what if he doesn’t? What if he sees this and…”

Rowan scoffs, pinching his nose. “What if he what? Dawn, why do we care? He’s gone. The sooner we all realize that, the better. You’ve seen it already. We are better. You have so much more room to shine. You’re awesome! Seven was holding you back and we’re gonna be better as a band going forward.”

Frustration bubbles in Dawn’s chest and the words come flying out before she can stop them. “I’m not the one who wanted this to happen! You all make jabs and send insults his way and claim we’re so much better without him, and how we all should just move on and grow up and let go, but I didn’t want this! When did it ever become about being the best? When did it stop being about loving each other so much we decided to do something crazy together like start a band? Maybe I don’t want to move on! Maybe I don’t want to not care about how he’s feeling! Maybe…Maybe I don’t want to be in a band that sacrifices love for fame.”

The mood in the room shifts instantly. Everyone looks at the ground. Dawn chews on her lip, anxious to take what she said back, to make her friends feel comfortable in her presence, but she refuses. She is allowed to be hurt by the vote. The vote has changed everything, and it’s not right that she has to just sit by and get over it.

A pit begins to form in her stomach. 

“You don’t even care. Why would you let them do that to me?”

“Seven, please, I’m begging you, just listen to me! I didn’t–”

“You don’t mean that,” Rowan says, snapping her out of her thoughts. “I’m sorry for upsetting you, but you don’t mean that.”

Dawn struggles to swallow the lump in her throat. “It’s…hard,” she manages, voice thick. “I can’t–”

Every part of her is on fire. Her eyes burn as she turns away, slamming her finger down on the enter key and sending the post to be published. A wisp of the anguish she’s feeling dissipates as she watches the post disappear. She turns back to Rowan.

“I don’t mean it,” she confirms, talking slowly to keep her sorrow from spilling out. “I just…I can’t…handle this. It’s too…”

She gestures vaguely, and they all nod. She swallows again.

“I miss him,” she admits feebly. “I still–”

Love him. 

She stutters. “I still…”

Love him.

“I’m still getting used to everything,” she says instead, swallowing the pathetic confession. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to lash out.”

“It may not feel like it right now,” says Jazzy, wrapping her arms around Dawn, “but the vote was good for us. Either way, none of us are going to get mad at you for being upset. We’re…”

She looks to the others for help. Devyn clears her throat. “We’re sorry,” she says. “We knew Seven would be upset, but we didn’t expect…”

“Fuck this. I would never do this to you. Ever. I hope you know I never want to see your face again.”

“Seven, please–!”

“It’s okay,” Dawn lies, squeezing Jazzy back before moving away. “We’ll be okay. I mean…now we can try out that new sound we’ve been experimenting with.”

Rowan beams, and everything gets lighter. “Exactly! The Wisps will probably need some time to adjust to the change, but you sound so much better in that style of music. Nothing will be holding us back!”

“Yeah, come on,” says Jazzy, squeezing Dawn’s hands. “Let’s just call it quits for today and go get some ice cream. Yeah?”

Dawn nods. “Yeah. That sounds nice.”

[also found on ao3]

[quillsinkwell]

Sneak Peek for Chapter 14 of BTC!

Heya guys. It's been a while, huh?

Sorry this chapter took so long, life stuff came up. I was in a musical, final exams happened, and then I'm gonna be honest, I just forgot.

But with the power of Determination (and Secrets of the Machine reawakening my hyperfixation), I was able to finish the chapter!

Now, enjoy this sneak peek while I edit the chapter!

(Tom’s point of view)

Tom knew that he was being a coward. Al was hurt, Audrey was hurt, and here he was, brooding in the back room. He wasn’t worried about Al’s life. She knew how to deal with this sort of thing, he had faith she could instruct the others.

What he was worried about was what was gonna happen when it was done with.

The demon’s…outburst was unexpected, by all three of them. He talked about…them. The people no one in the studio spoke of.

Hardly anyone remembered their names, and those who did knew well not to speak them. But Tom remembered. He always did.

He considered that more of a curse than a blessing.

He knew that they were involved with the Demon, but he didn’t think it would cry for them. For Audrey. He thought it didn’t have a soul.

No, he knew it didn’t have a soul. It was concrete. It was soulless, heartless.

And yet it bawled like anyone would, seeing a loved one like that.

Yes, Tom was worried about what was happening next. He knew Al, and he knew after that, she wouldn’t let things continue like they used to be.

The reason she agreed to keep the Demon locked up was because they had no way of knowing if it could be trusted like Audrey, Porter, and Henry claimed. It wasn’t a human, it didn’t feel, it could snap and kill them all at any moment.

But it did feel, didn’t it? And not just grief like Al saw. The way it was trying to get them to the quickest route, resorting to forcing them, it wasn’t trying to lure them into a trap. It was desperate to save Audrey and Al.

It was also trying to save Al. Not just Audrey. It wanted to save all of them. Even Tom, who, like a fool, just had to go and see how many Lost Ones he could make pay for what they did.

Tom said that the Demon was a mindless monster. It said Tom was the mindless one, but it left out the monster part. That was a mistake.

What kind of monster left their partner to patch herself up when she just lost an arm? She was absolutely going to be furious at him. And he deserved it.

“She deserves better than someone like you.” A familiar voice called to him within the dredges of his mind.

He looked towards the mirror and saw her. An inky, pussing, mass loosely in the shape of Al. Its horns had more precedence than its halo. It crawled out of the mirror and made its way to him. Tom didn’t run. He knew she wasn’t real, that she was merely a figment of his mind made to torment him.

“She found you another arm. She does nothing but give her best to you, and you can’t be bothered to do the same. It’s a miracle she stays with you.”

I know.

“Why do you stay with her? You know she doesn’t remember anything, she can’t even be considered the real her anymore. That’s why you don’t treat her properly, and you barely agree on anything.”

I know

She was going to let the demon out because the only monster here was Tom.

“The only reason she stays with you is because she doesn’t know what a horrible person you are. How many people you’ve put into a grave. All for the sake of what? A paycheck? Science? ”

“Or maybe you just enjoy causing pain and suffering for other people. Is that it? Do you enjoy breaking people until there’s nothing left? ”

And she was right.

“There’s a reason the Machine turned you into a wolf. You’re a wild animal of a human being, sinking your teeth into your prey, ripping them limb from limb, just to get the taste of blood, the rush of destruction.”

Her mocking was interrupted by the sound of the door opening and a chair falling. Tom looked back to see what it was and it was…the tiny Ink Demon. He was flat on his face with the chair next to him.

Did he use the chair to open the door?

“BENDY!” Al yelled, coming after him. Pretend that didn’t happen! TOM! We need to talk! The- Bendy said, walking towards him.

“You’re in trouble now.”

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Thank you to @preciouslittletoonette on Tumblr and @StarChaserN1, @AliventMaybe, and @EldritchBeingofInk for your lovely comments, and thank you to all my lovely readers for your patience and for liking and reading the fic and I hope you have a nice whatever time it is in your timezones!

[ecofriendlyfreak]

Someone brought this up on instagram, so now I'm curious how things overlap.

There is no "I just like answering polls" option here because, as a good scientist, I don't want to deal with junk data. Please reblog for a larger sample size!

[sharpace]

I'm sure everything will be fine.

Super duper loving The Magnus Protocol. My little horror heart is so full.

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[mischievous-thunder]

Flashback scenes? More like a cry your heart out session