#aasoaf 3

[writernopal]

you ever sit down to write and then re-read the chapter/page you left off on and get so hooked in your own story that you don't end up writing at all?

[illjustpretend]

When one door closes…

They say deep in the hearts of men, Behind the doors of flesh and imagination, Nestled in the fabric of time and permanence, There exists a Clock.

Locked away in the palace of each Soul’s making, In an endless place where many sovereigns reign, But one where there is no line of succession, Nor holy anointment…

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[writernopal]

Happy STS, Crow!

It's a week late BUT I really wanted to answer this question! I will be doing this for AASOAF 3.

One Image

Roiling and violent seas sum up not just the tumultuous history of Oepus but also the lives of the main characters throughout the series. The blackened sea here also represents mystery, chaos, and power, three things which are pretty central to the plot of AASOAF 3.

One Scent

Sea salt. Overwhelmingly, almost like you've just come out of the sea and it's stuck in your hair.

One Sound

Shattering glass. I can't explain this bc its mega spoilers!

One Taste

Dried meat. Like jerky you might find in an adventurer's pack!

One Sensation/Texture

The feeling of rocks and hard ground beneath your boots. You'd be walking, A LOT.

AASOAF 3 Taglist: @outpost51 @thelivingdeceased @faelanvance @captain-kraken @illjustpretend @elshells

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Happy STS!

For today, I thought I'd send a mass question via tags lol. So, mutuals, here ya go:

How would you describe your WIP's aesthetics with one image, one scent, one sound, one taste, and one sensation/texture?

@sam-glade, @elshells, @writernopal, @contes-de-rheio, @silvertalonwritblr, @talesofsorrowandofruin, @winterandwords, @burntcoffeewhump, @words-after-midnight, @conkers-theficwriter, @chromehoplite and anyone who sees this and wants to do it!

[outpost51]

The 51 Post

This week sucked a whole lot actually (I started this draft on Tuesday, and I haven't touched it until 5pm Sunday) but I read a lot of pretty good shit so I think it balances.

Contents:

Things You Might Have Missed

This Week's Jams

WIP Breakdowns

From the Skwad

Around the 'Blr

Things You Might Have Missed

get on my taglists for WIP updates, 51 post, tag games, and ask events!

BRHP: Chapter 15 posted; Talus is having a Bad Time.

I stabbed Adrien real good

BRHP: Chapter 16 posted; baby's first fight pit, and a family secret is revealed.

Not new, but I dug up Adrift and The Sky, The Stars, and Me so enjoy the spooky space shorts.

See more entries for SSSC 006 below, mine is here: i'll take everything.

Growing Pains: the 6th entry into the Lighthouse in the Fog shorts; our new Keeper is definitely adjusting so well to her new life.

I'm starting to release chapters of Unlikely Adventures on tumblr now!

This Week's Jams

stargazing || power-haus, solarays [spotify/youtube]

up down || boy epic [spotify/youtube]

gasoline || chymes [spotify/youtube]

dangerous || new medicine [spotify/youtube]

she went that way || missy [spotify/youtube]

illuminated || hurts [spotify/youtube]

WIP Breakdowns

Between a Rock and a Hard Place

HI YOU GET TO MEET KADMOS IN CHAPTER 17 AND [SPOILERS] IN CHAPTER 18 I'M REALLY EXCITED

Unlikely Adventures of Bitchface and Go F*ck Yourself

zadimus needs to stop it. that is all

Blinding Neon, Shades of Grey

you know what's fun to write? drug/dream sequences. you know what's even more fun? writing one for a detective in a flashy nightclub with murder on her mind

Stellar Parallax

saren is about to go do a Very Kill and jaen is So Excited About It. also wrex. but mostly violence

Lighthouse in the Fog

7th short will be coming out some time tonight, @thetrashbagswasteland picked some yummy prompt words

In the Works

y'all 🥺💕 thank you i needed a bunch of open-ended prompts to get the brain noodles out so i can hopefully not burn out on the main wips. i've still got the same backlog otherwise lmao

From the Skwad

IMPORTANT @fenrir-kin fell prey to the hellsite shenaniganuke, and is currently @vikingfenharel until it (hopefully) gets sorted.

Surprise Challenge 006 wrapped up with (mine's above): Just Take My Hand by @sparatus, Expanding the Vocabulary by @teamdilf, and The Storm Between Us by @thetrashbagswasteland

@equusgirl is going bananas with Sapphic Summer: i know with me, you'll get a little bit addicted, One Night, and will my hands ever be clean?

@sparatus also dropped chapter 1 & chapter 2 of Make Less the Depth of Grief and were it not for the laws of this land, i would have strangled him (affectionate) but also this tasty oneshot of Nautilea being so hot

@teamdilf HOW. New chapter of Alice's Adventures in Andromeda, another chapter of The In-Laws and the Grandparents, and another chapter in A Man of Many Talents. I'm calling witchcraft

@asher-orion-writes gave us this lovely oneshot set in Cardinal Sins and I'm??? yes

@princess-prawn dropped a new chapter of Next of Kin YESSS

@regalbois is writing his mlm war stories again and i'm vibrating please go read The Earth Abides

@commander-krios wrote more Dash/Leo (thank u for my life) and New Beginnings (thank u for TWO life wow)

Around the 'Blr

Art Claims are still going on for WIP Big Bang!!

@writernopal dropped character profiles for Magdalene and Sartor so this is your hint to get on the taglist for AASOAF 3

@tabswrites posted chapter 3 of Silver Sentinels and gave me life thank you, more please

@vacantgodling wrote this short for Lukewarm Rejection and we have no choice but to stan Trisha

@liv-is blessed writeblr with this snippet from Demigods i am eating it up

@void-botanist gave us this short for Another Ocean's Moon with LORE hidden in the tags hello

have you SEEN The Poster by @artdecosupernova-writing omg

@elshells dropped chapter 12 of Agent Ace YES congrats on the timeline choreography, bud!

wake up babes new Nameless Song short just dropped from @blind-the-winds

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

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[writernopal]

Friday Kiss Tag

Its still Friday here so this counts! Thanks to @mysticstarlightduck for tagging me here!

Rules: From your Story/WIP, share a snippet of your characters kissing. It can be any kiss, from familial pecks on the cheek, platonic kisses, forehead kisses, to full-blown makeouts

This one is going to be kind of spicy because, well, because! Under a cut in case you don't want to read it 💙

Tagging (gently): @tabswrites @noblebs @captain-kraken @commander-krios @sarahlizziewrites and anyone else who wants to play!

Her blush brightened and she quickly left me, gathering the bandages in such a frenzy that I couldn’t tell which of us was more looking forward to her return. I begrudgingly returned to the bath as she’d asked and waited for her. It was torture, not even the promise of her arrival took the edge off. That burrowing sensation of bubbles finding their way to the surface of the water from underneath my shed was just too much to bear! As if I were sitting there, a decaying body waiting for a burial the likes of Mariel’s people, instead of the righteous fire we lizardfolk engulfed ourselves in to reach Kava’s kingdom! 

I gripped the edge of the bath angrily when the tent flapped open and she came back inside. The shy look on her face before she turned around and tied the tent flaps together arrested me, as if she’d commanded me not to rise, let alone move until she said otherwise. I swallowed as I watched her approach, my heart leaping in my chest and other places as she drew ever nearer. 

Gods, she was everything.

The diffused light patterned the softest shadows on her lovely face, placing their ungrateful kisses on her freckles, those tender lips, that charming nose, and those collarbones of hers. So perfect were those two ridges framed by the square neckline of her dress… How many times had I known those features beneath my lips and fingers? So many and yet not enough. Never enough. I could spend the rest of my nights, days, every waking moment, knowing them as I knew my own and it would still not be enough. To know her, to love her, was to love the stars dotting the night sky, for they and she were one in the same—peerless and more than any of us mortals deserved to set eyes on.

She kneeled beside the tub and leaned on its edge, then softly whispered. “Tell me what to do.”

“Been a dangerous thin’ to say.”

“I— I don’t care.”

I shifted in the bath and rested a curled finger beneath her chin, coaxing her just that much closer. “Been that so…?”

“Yes…”

She closed the space between us and pressed her lips to mine. I groaned and trailed my knuckles down her supple neck. A soft sound escaped her. If I could but devour her whole…

“Tell me what to do.”

“Fetch that there stone and strip down.”

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[writernopal]

Writing Share Tag

Thank you to @noblebs (here) and @mysticstarlightduck (here) for tagging me on these!

Tagging (gently): @daisywalletchains @tabswrites @void-botanist @noblebs @sarahlizziewrites

@commander-krios

Alright so this sneep is gonna be a little different from my usual because uh, I need to remind myself from time to time that AASOAF is a romance 😅 So here, have some Mariel and Axtapor ✨spice ✨

But how could we pretend after that? We knew one another, in ways we could never hope to conceal. So we didn’t. He came near, expression robed with lust, but still, I begged him closer. Closer until there was hardly enough room to breathe and none to think. Our hands, with enduring memories and invisible will, found buttons, clasps, and ties, liberating us of the clothes that long felt unwanted. 

Skin to scale, we gathered one another close, he, pushing my thighs apart, and I, whimpering as his claws tickled my skin. A soft swear escaped him as he scooped my hips toward his and drove into me as he’d done many times before. I exhaled a shallow breath, dropping my head back into the pillows and digging my nails into his scaled chest. He was maddening. Intoxicating. Smoldering tobacco stuffed in a pipe whose stem my lips yearned for. His claws tore at the blankets beneath us, a hushed syllable of pleasure forming itself in his throat, further stoking a dangerous feeling alive in my chest.

It burned wonderfully. 

I surrendered myself to it, singing that quiet lover’s hymn to him. Lurid lyrics melted between us, dying a sweet death between our lips, as our hips moved to the rhythm of the waves lapping against the shore. And at the interlude of that most beautiful composition, I lay my cheek against his and confessed, in the softest of voices, those three words. He, my reliable echo, filled that inches warm space between us with the same sentiment.

And so we rose and fell, rose and fell, intoxicated by the mastery of one over the other.

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[writernopal]

AAAHHHHHHH thank you for the tag Moshke!

Here is my contribution!

It might have been amusing to see had I not wished to be in his position. He, unlike I, was still useful.

Tagging (gently): @mysticstarlightduck @crowandmoonwriting @void-botanist

New writing game because I’m so tired and I’ve been sad that I haven’t been up for as much writeblr lately.

So

Reblog this with one line, devoid of context, that you wrote today (or the last time you wrote).

I’ll start:

It wasn’t, really. Not nearly as sharp as chocolate.

I’ll gently tag @writernopal @moonluringfrost @abalonetea @author-a-holmes@ albatris @sithbelle @moonshinemagpie @keysandopenmind @mister-writes @gummybugg @sam-glade @stesierra @akiwitch and @k-v-briarwood because that was who I could come up with off the top of my head but if you see this consider yourself tagged!

[writernopal]

“If he didn't wake up from this, if he wasn't here tomorrow, no matter. For I know he'd be waiting for me in the afterlife or some safe celestial place, in this life and the next and the next one after. And for whatever there is on the road that follows from here, it would only require my patience to get to him again. You see, to be in love with him makes life no great mystery.”

Phantom Thread, 2017

[writernopal]

Last Line Tag

I was tagged by @oh-no-another-idea here! Thanks so much!

From AASOAF 3:

“Helter-skelter.” “Aye, Kirik—” “Phaxix. Cap’n. Lord. Helter-skelter.” “Phaxix?” I frowned, tossing a look his way. “Aye, aye, aye…” He gobbled a match, fire and all, after lighting his pipe then peered down to the decks below, one eye spinning. “Helter-skelter.”

Tagging (gently): @squarebracket-trickster @mysticstarlightduck @elshells and @thatndginger!

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[writernopal]

write a book, she said. it will be fun, she said. the english language is totally dependable and will absolutely not produce a monstrosity which will make her want to rip out my tongue and STEP ON IT

[writernopal]

These two for AASOAF 3 for sure:

Long, Long Time Ago - Javier Navarette

Oath To Order - Theophany

Drop me songs that remind you of your WIP, characters, whatever!!

[writernopal]

Six Sentence Sunday

I was tagged by @acertainmoshke here! Thanks so much!

So I think this might be like 8 lines technically?? But I liked them all so here you go!

Tagging (gently): @noblebs @kaylinalexanderbooks @shadoedseptmbr and @k--havok

CW: vomiting

From AASOAF 3:

I wiped my cheeks and slowly gathered myself as I looked away from the bed then winced, catching sight of the cream colored creature on the ground once more. Its presence made the room feel longer, as though it were being pulled away from me. It made me strangely sick--a room shouldn't breathe. Too much saliva coated the inside of my mouth. My skin puckered as though pinched by winter air. No matter where I looked, the room beckoned my eyes back to its distension and the note now shifted across the ground, like a predator preparing to pounce. My stomach and eyes swung with it until mouth went bitter in one corner and next I knew, I was doubled over, looking into a pile of my own mess. I grimaced, gripping onto the desk for support as I willed myself away from the mixture of bile and half-digested food on the ground. A bead of sweat slid between the blades of my shoulders. Several more dampened my forehead. My eyes found the note again and with a creased brow, I stumbled toward it, snatching it from the ground as I remembered my mother doing with snakes that had found their way into the chicken feed.

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[writernopal]

Some Lines

Combining a few tag games here to share a few lines of some stuff I've written lately because, as always, I am perpetually behind on tags T_T

Thanks to @teamdilf (here), @tabswrites (here), @noblebs (here), @mysticstarlightduck (here), @mister-writes (here), and

@cosmiccoincidence (here)!

Tagging (gently): @acertainmoshke @sarahlizziewrites @crowandmoonwriting and @sugar-phoenix !

cw: none, just under a cut bc its long-ish

It was strange to imagine. How could a vessel, this mighty invention of man crafted for the sole purpose of travel not move? Indeed it seemed impossible. But what good were wide sails and tall masts without that most crucial agent of change? None at all. And so the proud construction became at once butchery and butcher, each part of her now being keenly inspected by shifty eyes, wondering what portion of her would be theirs. What of that body might sustain them while she, the craft, honed her knife eagerly eyeing the men in much the same way. Ship and crew were not symbiotic then, but parasitic, each anticipating the elixir of life from the other. Could doldrums be a landed affair too? I found myself scratching at the thought incessantly, no matter how occupied I kept my hands. Even now, with the most treasured needles Axtapor had sculpted for me, yes, even with these in my grasp, I could not will my fingers to be busy knots and loops. All they wanted was to break that question open and search for the truth within its bowels. Which of us was the vessel and which the crew? When would we find wind again? When would the food run out?  When would we have to make a choice that there was no coming back from? I trembled. That choice had a name, a face, a voice. I heard it day and night even when the choice was not before me asking if I wanted to make it. Asking if I wanted to know. To face it felt akin to lettering my name in the ship’s deck log, on the page no captain ever wished to use. Like every entry, it would be made in ink, but beside it would be a brief eulogy for why my name had been signed there. Heartbreak, it might say. Any who might read it later, with the benefit of hindsight and free of choice’s allure, would surely wonder if I couldn’t hang on just a little longer. Go just that much farther. Push it down as I always had. But deck logs were facts, not accounts of witness or studies of life, and so the question would remain unanswered long after the wind came back and decisions were easy.

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[writernopal]

⛺Camp? Camp.⛺

We're 10 days into Camp Shrimpmo (we renamed it to something like that lol) so here, have an edited passage of AASOAF 3 as a treat :3

WC: 645 CW: thalassophobia, minor body horror

a/n: recommend listening to Siren by Amanati while reading!

The Mirage tottered violently then, listing one way then the other until the sparkling sea washed a tongue, perhaps even a finger or a leg, over the bulwarks and a sort of sucking sound came from somewhere down below. Blackened and shiny limbs followed—his subjects—and slowly, the Mirage relinquished her will to breathe and sank. 

The sea closed around us, tossing my hair up in one great mass as bubbles tickled the back of my neck and the sunlight flickered through the surface like pale spears. Fishes and sharks and other sea life, peered curiously in our direction, seeming in awe that a surface dweller like me breathed their water as commonly as air. Their attention was short lived, however, as they quickly darted away once we reached colder waters. What lay below were the mostly eyeless stares and out of tune humming of sea witches—beings they wouldn’t dare cross.

But we drifted freely by them, their poor excuses for eyes—beady lumps on the back of the heads—shining like wicked marbles as they warped themselves round in corkscrews to get a better look at their master. Strange half-shrunk and faceless creatures they were, with bony fins and tails, maws in their necks, and skin grey as decaying flesh. A few seemed to be blessed by him, Satoyev, as their limp bodies hosted swollen bellies. He paid them no mind.

We touched down on the sea floor, the expanse before us was so dark it seemed an illusion, as if I might wave my hand before me and find a velvet curtain concealing the world. But here, my outstretched arm was swallowed, such that anything beyond my elbow was invisible. I’d become a collection of stumps, sprouting from the seed of the overeager sun upon my chest and the heart beating beneath it. The light and warmth of my brand’s celestial counterpart was a foreigner at these depths, perhaps even a myth. Its rays could never penetrate this darkness, much less affect the temperature of this place, which I could only, and inadequately, describe as cold.

I returned my hand to the visible realm, resting it over my chest. With it came Satoyev, his fins and scales glowing dull blues and reds. He put a hand beneath my chin and drew me close.

“Come.” 

I didn’t resist, so he clutched me close, his many eyes pulsating in the darkness, and we began to move. How fast or in what direction I couldn’t say, but my stomach lurched and my eyes became so unbearably cold that I shut them. At intervals the current snatched them open, painting glowing smears of bright blues and greens—kraken eyes—curiously watching us. No doubt they rejoiced their lord's return home. 

“Here.” 

We passed underneath a dark mass, and toward something shimmering. It appeared the surface of another ocean but when we cleared it, there was no air, just more water, this time strangely warm and very salty. The area was small and clouded by strange thick grey gasses rising from some place. Clusters of pale worms and shrunken mollusks peeked between their billows. In the center of the space was a sort of cradle crafted of whalebones and decaying flesh. Peering between its remains shone a hazy blue light.

I squinted into it as we drew closer, my eyes struggling with this brightness after desensitizing dark, until its source finally came into view—a large rough cut sapphire. It was similar to the one I used to summon Saviyesaih, but thrice as big, and gave off a much more powerful energy. The water around it formed gentle ripples, as if the stone itself breathed, the frequency increasing as Satoyev and I came near. We came to a stop just before it. Whispered whale song floated from it, caressing not my ear, but my heart instead.

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[writernopal]

I HAVE BEEN BAMBOOZED

Well then, as per the Writeblr Trick or Treat code, I shall share something of mine! Have this little snippet from AASOAF 3 of Lexlar trying to pick a fight with Axtapor 👀

“Who been ye to give me orders, ey?” He asked, flaring his dewlap and the comb on his head angrily, “‘Fter what happened when ye flew from these decks? ‘Fter what happened down ‘low—!” “Yesha, Quye’ck. Yesha.” Hartim croaked as he pressed a hand to Lexlar’s arm. “Hisha maria’ck tacka!” He screamed as he slapped Hartim’s hand away. “Oyevyeba? Muna y oyevyeba?”  I didn’t speak Miranish but whatever Hartim said to him calmed him down enough for him to return to scowling at me and nothing more.

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Trick or treat!

You're getting... a TRICK!!

Mwhahahah!

[writernopal]

i had like the biggest brain blast for some AASOAF 3 edits the other day that I finally got around to putting in tonight and OH MAMA this tightens up this arc of the story in the BEST way and makes it far more interesting to read than it was before WOW I'm a fucking genius

this does mean that I'm going to have to overhaul a few chapters and play musical chairs with them but holy shit its gonna be 11/10 when I'm done with it RRRRAAAAAGGGGHHHHH