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[crouching-mouse]

I’m FINALLY done with this fuckin’ story OTL

No you guys, you don’t understand. I came up with the idea for this over 10 years ago. I’ve been writing it on and off since 2019. Not to toot my own horn too much but this might be my fanfic magnum opus. It’s VERY depressing and I’m very proud of it, so please check it out! (if you want)  

“Scandal”

Summary: After losing his family, Kratos hopes to find peace within Cruxis's familiar halls. But everywhere he goes, he finds himself haunted by rumors of his time away, and the past he thought he left behind keeps coming back in all the worst ways.

Rated: T

Gen

Words: 7,925

[littleshopofchaos]

Hey guys

I just wanted this to be my full formal apology. I've been needing to write this for a few months and I think I was blocked from the right words to say, out of anger and my own struggles. Let me explain

I started this blog last year to get away from writeblr drama and like, some people I considered friends who we all turned on each other and now no longer speak to each other.

I admit I have a part to play in the blame, what I said and did was wrong and I pushed some very important people away when I didn't intend to. I'm learning to be a better person and learning from my mistakes because sometimes I don't understand things and they're not really explained well.

I thought what I was doing, was helping people but maybe I wasn't doing enough, or I was doing too much of the wrong thing. All I know is, looking back on it - I was wrong. And I was too hurt to see that.

I only want to make writeblr and my friends and everyone else, happy. I want writeblr to be a nice place for everyone to get along with, to get feedback and support and all that jazz.

That doesn't make things better. I know I can't go back and repair the bridges that have been burnt and I can't repair those relationships. But just know that I am very sorry if I ever came across as rude or weird. It was not my intention.

Looking back, I could have done things a lot better and through learning things about myself, I've learned that I need to do better. I want to understand. I want to help.

Words can't describe how sorry I am and I know that won't bring anything back. But hopefully we can look to the future now. I want this year onwards to be a good year for everyone I'm friends with, with those who want to get to know me. I don't want to fall out.

I've met so many wonderful people and I really owe everything to you guys. Ya'll are amazing.

Thank you

Ash Shepard, formerly Athena Anna Rose

@albatris @abalonetea @antique-symbolism @bardicbeetle @blackandwhitecircus @blackrosesandwhump @bard-coded @digital-chance-rb @dyrewrites @endlessburningdarkness @emery-silverton @foxy-lisard @galactic-mystics-writes @garthcelyn @hallowedfury @hippiewrites @icaruspendragon @irilenaps @insidedamienshead @illarian-rambling @isabellebissonrouthier @joshuaorrizonte @jezifster @kalu-chan @kosmic-kore @multi-lefaiye @midnight-blue-moon-princess @midnight-and-his-melodiverse @pheita @pluttskutt @philosophika @pen-of-roses @revenantlore @scribble-dee-vee @sergeantnarwhalwrites @thorlokibrother @that-chibi-writer @theprissythumbelina @uccelletto-di-kokuyo @violetcancerian @vacantgodling @waltzshouldbewriting @wait-a-minute-lassie

[lux-scriptum]

Many years ago I made a form to make tag lists easier on me. I waffled on making another, but this has been in my drafts for months now, so I've decided to revamp it. I'm tagging my old tag lists just to confirm y'all still wanna be there. You know what to do after the message.

@golden-eyed-writer​ @halfbloodlycan​ @kclenhartnovels​ @idreamonpaper @thespooniewrites @reininginthefirewriting @malkinse @rrrawrf-writes @incandescent-creativity @sancta-seraphina @sheralynnramsey @lady-redshield-writes @aesterea @theguildedtypewriter @anip-ocs @dragonauthor @gingerly-writing @fragmentedink @chalilodimun @rhikasa @solangelo3088 @eponinemylove @commasinsidequotes @joshuaorrizonte @golden-eyed-writer @elliot-orion @pouchedmilk @severe-fangirl-syndrome @boyswillbekillers @midnight-and-his-melodiverse @poetinprose @sarcasm-and-studying

[oddcryptidwrites]

Adele Hall [Not Your Typical Fairytale]

They pushed open the doors, together. At the vanity sat Adele, with her back turned to the door. She dabbed at her face with a makeup sponge, the rest of her makeup strewn all over the countertop. A billowy red dress swallowed her up, making her look smaller and even frailer. She spotted Piers’ reflection in the mirror, before turning around. (Knight of Dawn, Chapter 3)

QUICK FACTS…

Full Name: Adele Paris Hall (Arthur Georgi Hall)

Pronouns: she/her

Title: None (formerly, in reverse order: Queen of the State of Georgia, King of the State of Georgia, Prince of the State of Georgia, Heir Apparent)

Gender: Transfemale

Sexuality: Demisexual

Birthday (Age at start): October 8th, 2157 (53)

Parents: Georgi Hall (deceased), Alsona (Monroe) Hall (deceased)

Siblings: Albert Ezra (missing)

Spouse: Clara Rayas-Hall (deceased)

Children: Wesley Alejandro (missing), Lake Norman (deceased), Jillian "Piers" (adoptive)

Notable physical features: freckles, almost always wearing red lipstick/nails, frail but holds herself high

Personality: cold, distrusting, brilliant, stubborn, proper, demanding, fearless

Extended Intro...

Queen Adele Hall is the adoptive mother of Piers Hall, and the former Queen of the State of Georgia. Adele grew up in the palace, training and preparing to become the next monarch of her family's line. When Adele was 13, she would meet her future wife, Clara "Claire" Carmen Rayas, the youngest daughter of two wealthy businessmen from Florida. The two would marry three months after Adele's 18th birthday (Clara was five months older). Only four years later, the beloved Georgi Hall would die relatively young from a heart attack, and a 22 year-old Adele (then still Arthur) ascended to the throne. She was coming off an era of high prosperity and growth for everyone in the state, and knew she'd have to live up to the standards set by her father. Unfortunately, Adele's life would be full of tragedies of both her own making and unavoidable causes. Her and Clara's son, Wesley was born sickly, and she reached out to an up-and-coming geneticist and his assistant. Adele would spend the next 10 or so years under his thumb, before barely escaping back to the Palace with her life. Clara did not survive, but Adele managed to rescue her now two sons, Lake and Wesley, along with Dr. Panya. About a year later, she adopted Piers, her last child. After the loss of her wife combined with her paranoia, the now-Queen grew cold and cruel, often lashing out on both her friends, children, and the citizens she served. For the next 19 years, Adele would develop the reputation as the Bloody Queen, with a record amount of executions occurring, along with several state-sponsored attacks she blamed on terrorist groups. When Piers turned 18, there were immediate calls for her abdication, and reluctantly (and due to her health beginning to fail) she did so in November of 2210.

WIP PAGE

Tag List (reply or dm to be added or removed; I pulled from the old tag list): @author-a-holmes, @soul-write @flowerprose @ceph-the-ghost-writer @theglitchywriterboi @when-wax-wings-melt @thechaoticflowergarden @lyralit @penspiration-writing @samatedeansbroccoli @charlesjosephwrites @italiangothicwriteblr @thetruearchmagos @pineapple-lover-boy @unilightwrites @sanguine-arena @bardic-tales @joshuaorrizonte @blind-the-winds @circa-specturgia @hymnonlips @aloeverawrites @the-stray-storyteller @writeblrsupport @starlit-skys @kyuponstories @guessillcallitart @magic-is-something-we-create @talesofsorrowandofruin

[joshuaorrizonte]

I’ve been joshuaorrizonte since I was 22. I am going to be 42 this year.

Do we think it’s time for a name change?

[estinininininen]

FFIV, The Native Hue of Resolution, parts 1 and 2 of ?, ao3 link

I accidentally deleted the first part I had posted on tumblr because I confused it with the draft of part 2. Oops. Anyway, that's fine, because part 1 is required to understand part 2. ~2k words, Role reversal, corruption, reincarnation, mind control, loosely inspired by Again by joshuaorrizonte on ao3

Cecil Harvey stood before his closest remaining friends in this second, diminished life.

"All that I have meant to do is protect the crystals. Our legacy," he said, looking them down from his full height. Only Kain Highwind was taller, and as ever lately, Kain stood behind Cecil and did nothing.

"Our legacy," Cecil continued, "and all that remains of what we fought for, and won, and deserved! We-"

Edge's voice cracked like a whip. "Yeah, I know what you meant to do," he said. "What I'm worried about is what you're actually doing."

"That's immaterial," Cecil said, and this was familiar to them all. This was Paladin-king Cecil cooling the temper of Edward the Masked, as he had in meetings and debates at the kings' tables in times of yore.

But something this time was different.

Edge let Cecil know it. "It's very material," he said. "Germane, even, Your Paladin-ness. Refounding Baron and Eblan? Taking land from people who don't even know those names?"

Rydia placed a hand on Edge's arm and looked at Cecil. She had no lack of practice looking up at Cecil with fear and suspicion. She just had never wanted to use it in this life, and so had given him chance after chance after chance.

"Just one thing," she said.

"Anything," Cecil said, smiling and, as always, looking like he meant it. "I have always said I will give you anything in my power I can give."

"I want Kain to say he is under his own thoughts-" Rydia said.

Cecil's brow furrowed, and the dignified little smile intended to soothe turned in on itself in a grimacing flash. "As he has already, many times-"

"Don't interrupt me, Harvey," Rydia said.

Cecil stopped. Emotions warred on his face, carried up by shock.

"I want Kain to say it, to Rosa's face, when you are out of the room," Rydia said.

Rosa nodded. Pale and grim, she had said nothing once they had passed the point of no return with Cecil.

"I can't allow that," Cecil said, mouth closing shut with a click of teeth.

It took a moment for the exchange to ripple through everyone's awareness. They had expected more politicking, more wheedling, more perseverating. Even Cecil himself is a little surprised at how fast he was able to say it.

"What? Why?" Edge said, and then shoved himself in front of Rydia.

Cecil was already casting.

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Kain only vaguely remembered the first time he suspected Cecil wasn't the same man as that last, glorious lifetime. (Well. It had been more glorious for some than others.) They were arguing over something, and in the middle of it Cecil tutted and shook his head.

"Oh, but Kain," Cecil said, "Kain, Kain, Kain. You've always been jealous. You would have ruined it for everyone again this time, and for what? Just to spite me?"

The only emotion Kain could show was the furious clenching of his jaw. He had to hold it together. He wasn't sure why. His tongue worked at his teeth, pushing at squeezing out some truth from his desperate lungs, but he couldn't find the lie in Cecil's words. He was always jealous of him, always had been. Cecil was right. Kain needed to work harder to be a good friend.

For one terrifying second Kain's chin wrinkled like it might before crying tears. He had not felt that way in a long time. His thoughts caught around it, what could be making him upset, and couldn't answer it. Couldn't settle. Would Cecil see the weakness in him, as he might have in their long-ago friendship? Would Cecil reassure him or use it against him?

Would this new Cecil somehow do both? Kain had the dawning realization it had already happened, and often.

Cecil smiled. "Don't forget," he said. "We are our best when we work together."

And once again, Kain's thoughts dipped down beneath the cover of Cecil's comforting, poisoned reminder, that had stung like a bite at the end of a kiss.

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And now he stands behind Cecil like a statue, a golem, a wind-up toy. Like a . . a . . . a pupp-

When did this go so wrong? he thinks.

Rydia's voice drags him out of his stupor. Her voice becomes words in time to realize she's arguing with Cecil. And Cecil -

Denies Rydia?

No, that can't be right. Cecil would never. Even unto a future, reincarnated life, Cecil would have felt like he still owed Rydia. As, deep within, Kain still does.

Something falls out of Kain's heart. It's shaped like the horrified glance of a boy a year younger than him. When they were both still boys pretending to be men, Cecil a dark knight, the kindest soldier in all of Baron, whipping round to shove Kain back from a cringing green foundling.

When did it all go wrong? Kain thinks. He cannot remember if he has thought it before.

They are all moving so fast when he pays attention again. Cecil is saying something to him. Kain cannot answer. His mind is vibrating like a plucked string. It reminds him of something. He remembers the . . . bard? The monk? No, that was in Fabul, when he looked at Rosa and he almost . . . When he first almost . . .

Edge cannot make it past Cecil's protection spell, and Cecil has also slowed them all. Fine spider-silk threads of white magic pull them down just enough to impede. Rosa does not have her bow and Cecil has armor that resists white magic. Kain shudders, and hears his armor rattle like a pail, and is too busy being useless.

Then Rydia finishes casting, steps out from behind Edge, and a light as bright as the sun pours forth from her hands. Kain remembers this magic, first from the Tower of Zot, and then the continuous fighting after that. It is unlike any normal magecraft. He cannot sense magic but his teeth hurt and his mind is about to crack like a overbent bow. He can sense this. It is from where destructive black magic and constructive white magic come close to meeting, as a circle, as the two halves of the whole they are in truth. It mirrors another, white magic spell, its only rival, that nameless deliverance known only by its adjective, Holy.

Rydia whispers, "Meteor," and Cecil screams.

Kain remembers what this did to him last time, and yet he cannot brace for it -

He passes out.

PART 2:

Kain woke up in pain, in body and mind, and even his soul. He didn't have full consciousness yet, more drowsing than awake.

Someone was in his thoughts. Again. Again and again. Beyond the anger he might have had, or the sorrow, he just felt tired. Like throwing up his hands to shrug and say, "Ah, not again."

It was that realization that sparked a bit of hope under his heart. He had never held so much self-awareness before, in Zemus's thrall, either under Golbez or Cecil -

Cecil.

Kain remembered Edge in a private nook of the Lunar Whale, relating to him the story of Theodor Harvey, Golbez, Kluya's elder son and Cecil's brother. Kain's own confusion and regret had fogged up what would have otherwise been an impressive shock. However, only the matters of immediate survival and attack were important to any of them. Still, Cecil could not hide the deep wound it left. In the constant half-dawn of flying through space, as Rydia and Rosa hid in the stairwell, Edge forgave Kain faster than he would have. He needed Kain's help to circle around Cecil's fraying thoughts.

Edge had said to Kain, "It scared him real bad. For a minute all he could say was it could have just as easily been him."

Did that possibility still exist, untold millenia later? When Cecil was not even half-Lunarian in body, but only possibly in spirit? There were always more questions than answers. It seemed they had all moved forward without thinking again, falling right into the motions Zeromus expected of them. Again.

Kain scrunched his face in pain and confusion. "He's waking up," someone said.

He had a more difficult time sorting through if his head was addled when he was conscious, Kain realized with a spike of dread. He was here, self-aware. He had an important tool. He had moments before he woke up and he needed to use them, because he was here and so was someone else. Someone was here with him, in his head, and he could sense them like a neighbor that might be spying. Familiar, but not pressing down on him, like . . .

He started to wake up.

No, Kain thought. No. Tell me who you are.

In a twisting whirl like a shocked animal, the neighbor in his thoughts turned their attention towards Kain and answered him. What? What? Who's there? . . .

Kain was so surprised he almost opened his eyes. He tried to sink back into drowsing wakefulness, but as ever for disappointed dreamers, such thoughts were more defined by change, and not a single state of mind one could return to by command. It did not exist except as transition. Still Kain pulled himself back down, like the peak of a dragoon jump sending him back to earth.

The other someone said, Who I am? I should ask who you are instead. You reached out to me, and no one . . . Their thoughts stuttered to a halt. They looked at Kain again, and this time through his head like clear glass.

Help, Kain said. He struggled. Help. Cecil.

His unknown neighbor, that he knew but didn't recognize, had thoughts that now felt tentative and kind, but slow to react. Their mind crouched low, spooked, as though afraid of Kain as much as Kain was of . . . them, and himself, and Cecil and Zemus and everybody. He thought of Golbez, again, for no reason.

. . . Kain, the neighbor said. What's happening? What's wrong?

Help, Kain said. Rosa was cupping his face, and carding a hand through his hair. Do not wake up, he ordered himself, but he couldn't stop it. The way he was speaking, his thoughts pulling on top of each other with no point, he was about to lose it, lose the unconscious waking and the chance to talk, and he needed their help. He needed it. Help. Cecil. Help Cecil.

Cecil? they said back to him. They hesitated, then gave a sharp but gentle pull at Kain's own head. Kain recognized the insistence. It felt very familiar, but like a secret handshake or tug on his arm given by hands he didn't realize could also be gentle. Cecil's in trouble?

At the exact same moment Kain answered, Cecil. Cecil, trouble. Help Cecil, he recognized the voice.

Oh, shit, he thought.

Wait! Kain-

Kain woke up.

"Oh, shit," he said, and then frowned up at Rosa.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Kain's thoughts stalled like an airship run aground into a swamp. "I don't know," he said. Had he been talking to someone?

Rosa met his frown with one of her own. "Can you follow my finger?" she said. And she followed white mage concussion protocol as dutifully as ever, which put Kain at a bit of ease, although he was still floundering, and wanted someone to pop open his skull and clean out the bilge of his thoughts. Wait, he never used to use so many damn ship metaphors . . .

Although once brothers, there were some major differences between being controlled by Cecil and Golbez.

He hoped having Cecil Goddamned Harvey, Lord Captain of the Red Fucking Wings in his thoughts all the time wouldn't leave too many after-effects, but it seemed that ship had already . . . Fuck.

[eventide-imp]

Rules: Seven comfort films, seven people.

Thanks for the tag @fernthefanciful ! (Honestly, I'm not entirely sure I have seven films to list lmao)

Howl's Moving Castle

Spirited Away

Lord of the Rings (yes I consider all three movies one entry lol)

Princess Bride

Hehe, yeah I don't actually have seven comfort films XD. I tend to play video games when I need a break from the world lol.

So, uh, have my Comfort games!

Legend of Zelda

Nier Automata

Persona 3 and 5

Final Fantasy XIV

Fire Emblem

Ace Attorney

I'll tag uhhhhhh @twistedsavior @sailoraquila @growing-yet-into-mundanity @fantabulousfelix @helloallec @joshuaorrizonte

[adeat]

Heads Up 7 Up

Tagged by: @emptymanuscript. Thank you very much! I was tagged on my sideblog, @quasionion. Posting here first since this is my main blog. I hope that’s okay!

Tagging: @asphaltvalkyrie, @mythramystral, @carmasi, @joshuaorrizonte, @abeat, @theimperialnuisance ...

...and anyone else who wants to do it! I don’t know who else has a WIP going on, but if you do, I’d love to see it!

Rules for those who want to participate are that you post 7 lines from a wip of yours and tag some other people.

This is from something I’ve been joking calling my therapy story. It’s a combination of martial arts and family drama. I have no real great ambitions for this story and I didn’t really intend to share this with anyone. But uh, this is the story I’m working on right now, so here it is? :D~ Also I ended up posting paragraphs + an extra two for some context, so... sorry. I’ll put the blurb under a cut so I don’t bother anyone’s dashboard.

Kaito is the story’s protagonist. Kaiken is Kaito’s twin brother, and Go is their father. This part takes place when the brothers are 12 years old. (The brothers are 21 in the story proper.)

Kaiken, who had been practicing various ballet moves to pass the time, walked over and slapped a firm hand on Kaito’s shoulder. “Then Kaito can come to the tryout. See what it’s like to be me in person.”

‘It’s not like I don’t ever want to,’ Kaito thought bitterly.

Go’s frown deepened. “I don’t want Kaito to go. This matter is between Kaiken and Coach Kurote alone.”

“Why not?” Kaiken shot back. “It’s not like Kaito’ll be participating or anything. I don’t see the problem.”

Kaito flinched. His brother’s words stung harder than any punch the elder twin landed on him. Father, Kaito expected nothing less out of him, but his own brother? Kaito shook his head. Kaiken was right and once again, Kaito’s destiny was to sit quietly in the shadows. Kaito bowed his head, only to snap out of his reverie when Kaiken’s grip tightened. Not threatening, but firm. Reassuring.

Like how Kaiken used to do.

‘Kaiken, what are you…? Even after you…? I don’t get you. I don’t get you at all.’

But then something about Kaiken’s grip made Kaito do a double take. Like a ripple effect that slowly escalated from just a small push, Kaito felt a quiver—subtle, but gradually increasing in intensity.

‘Is he… scared…?’

[emelkae]

Heads Up 7 Up Tag

Thanks for the tag, @stuffaboutwriting @eurydicefades @kahvilahuhut @oh-no-another-idea @writingrosesonneptune

CW: Android whump

From WARRIOR:

In order to fix the hole in his heart, Circuit first needed to remove the sword stuck in it.

He wrapped both hands around the hilt and pulled for seconds that stretched to hours that stretched again to all of time; his damage alarms had never been so loud—the blade screeched like wings being torn from a skyship, and his groan slid slick between his teeth as the piping around his heart drive sprayed mist. He wrenched the sword free, tossing it aside and diving his hand toward his tools before his vision swam too badly.

Circuit relied on his memory as his fingers twisted inside the hole in his chestpiece. They grew weaker by the moment. Clumsy. Quivering… but his system jerked into another power surge when he managed to tighten the final piece.

Do you ever wake up and realize you're in a strange place with a sword in your chest? That's the kinda day he's having rn

Leaving an Open Tag, but also tagging @aohendo @caprifoi @agwitow @joshuaorrizonte @chiptunecookie

[junypr-camus]

10 Song 10 People Tag

Thanks for the tag, @pluttskutt and @the-stray-storyteller!

Rules: Shuffle your library and list 10 songs and tag 10 people.

Honestly, I don't use Spotify so here are just 10 songs I like

El Carnaval, Maluma

Burn the House Down, AJR

Wake Me Up, Avicci

In Case You Don't Live Forever, Ben Platt

Before You Go, Lewis Capaldi

Monody, TheFatRat

Different World, Alan Walker

What About Us, P!nk

Birds, Imagine Dragons

Someday, One Republic

Tagging @kalicofox, @on-noon, @ehlaaaaaaaa, @timetobuttonmash, @l-antre-des-merveilles, @eccaiia, @captain-kraytuna, @joshuaorrizonte, @whogavemeapen, and @regalserpent

[littleshopofchaos]

@vacantgodling @jezifster @joshuaorrizonte @midnight-and-his-melodiverse @midnight-blue-moon-princess @multi-lefaiye @perasperaadastrawriting I love yooou

[littleshopofchaos]

Thinking about things lately.

I'm sorry I fuck up sometimes. I'm trying to support you guys with good intentions, I don't want to be an asshole. I want a free Palestine, I want to care so much about real world problems but it's so draining and depressing that I'm genuinely not allowed by my psychiatrists and family to watch the news. I'm so tired of seeing my friends targeted for shit, simply for being queer, jewish, autistic, disabled, and more.

I've said some stupid things in my past but I'm trying to learn from my mistakes. I want my blog to be a positivity zone for writeblr and any arts and crafter. Or anyone for that matter

Fuck AI.

I'm happy doing what I do - reading, arts and crafts, tiktok, YouTube ect. I love interacting with you all.

My inbox is always open for venting, happy stuff, arts and crafts stuff, writing stuff. Whatever you god damn want except for hate. Hate is not wanted and I'm tired of tumblr thinking it's cool to promote hate and all that shit

If you're reading this: Stay awesome, stay cool, take care of yourselves and take time for yourself when you need it. Don't beat yourself up all the time

@albatris @antique-symbolism @blackandwhitecircus @bardicbeetle @bard-coded @dragonflylady77 @digital-chance @enchantedlandcoffee @elsie-writes @foxy-lisard @garthcelyn @howdywrites @heartshattering @icaruspendragon @irilenaps @insidedamienshead @jacqueswriteblrlibrary @joshuaorrizonte @multi-lefaiye @midnight-blue-moon-princess @midnight-and-his-melodiverse @n1ghtcrwler @owlsandwich @pheita @pluttskutt @philosophika @pen-of-roses @scribble-dee-vee @thorlokibrother @theprissythumbelina @thebejeweledwatercat @uccelletto-di-kokuyo @violetcancerian @vacantgodling @waltzshouldbewriting @whicheverwarrior @wait-a-minute-lassie

[oddcryptidwrites]

Juliana "Jules" Ledet [NYTF]

As they approached the slightly raised stage, they spotted a woman in a navy dress, draped over Grady’s shoulder playfully... She made eye contact with them, then whispered something in Grady’s ear. Grady stiffened, and the woman laughed, pinching her cheek playfully. (Knight of Dawn, Chapter 15)

Full Name: Juliana Anaïs Ledet (NEVER call her Juliana, only Jules)

Pronouns: she/her

Title: None

Gender: cisfemale

Sexuality: Aromantic Asexual

Birthday (Age at start): August 10th, 2187 (23)

Siblings: Lennox (adopted)

Notable physical features: wears pretty heavy/dark makeup, limp (left hip issue), ears pierced all the way up

Personality: Flirty, quick-witted, humorous, impatient, fun-loving, smart-ass

Extended Introduction

Little is known about Jules' childhood. She lived with her mother, Lou Ledet, and her younger brother, Lennox, for most of her childhood, with Lou and Lennox disappearing for days or weeks at a time and leaving Jules alone. From a young age, she was used to fending for herself. What little time that Lou spent with their daughter, they would teach her various survival tactics, including how to use any weapon she could get her hands on.

At 16, Jules applied to join the Royal Guard Academy. She excelled at the tests, earning herself a spot in the class of Special Operations. However, her supervisors feared that her mental state was unstable, forcing her to wait out a year before beginning her official training. During this time, she would meet Grady Yensey. The two would date briefly, but it wouldn't last long, and decided they would be just friends.

Jules successfully completed her RGA training, joining Special Operations as a First Agent. Her stint as an Agent would only last for 8 months, before Jules was dishonorably discharged for "Conspiracy Against the Crown". Confused, Jules approached her supervisor about the discharge, but not even Grady could tell her why, as her file was sealed. Since then, Jules has been working as a for-hire bodyguard and assassin, and has been doing work for Lou and their mysterious partner.

NYTF WIP PAGE

Tag List (reply or dm to be added or removed):@author-a-holmes, @soul-write @flowerprose @ceph-the-ghost-writer @theglitchywriterboi @when-wax-wings-melt @thechaoticflowergarden @lyralit @penspiration-writing @samatedeansbroccoli @charlesjosephwrites @italiangothicwriteblr @thetruearchmagos @pineapple-lover-boy @unilightwrites @sanguine-arena @bardic-tales @joshuaorrizonte @blind-the-winds @circa-specturgia @hymnonlips @aloeverawrites @the-stray-storyteller @writeblrsupport @starlit-skys @kyuponstories @guessillcallitart @magic-is-something-we-create @talesofsorrowandofruin @writingonmymind @imslowlydisintegrating @worldsfromhoney

[joshuaorrizonte]

So this has been the project I've been dedicating my life to since February. It is complete. Have at it, if the spirit moves you!

[junypr-camus]

Favorite Line Tag Game

Thanks for the tag, @isabellebissonrouthier!

Tagging: @aalinaaaaaa, @mayonnaisepudding, @joshuaorrizonte, @regalserpent, and @sabrina-author!

From Seranid (Terry's words):

“Even if it doesn’t work, at least we’d be doing something. Someone else can pick up where we left off — maybe someday there will be meaningful change. Camus, I don’t want to keep playing this game of hide and seek knowing I’m going to lose. If I go down, I go down in flames. You can run if you want, but I won’t join you. I’m staying here. Fighting. Until the last."

[wintersscars]

Hey. @joshuaorrizonte here. That blog has been shadowbanned (or just glitched out) and I’m seriously considering abandoning tumblr over it. Writeblr, are there any writing discords out there I could join?