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[6ninaph9]

Another doodle in my journal 🍓

[wayward-inspiration]

On even the coldest days in Askronna, one might find themselves encountering a small entourage making their way along the docks of the harbor - a handful of guards, a lady in waiting, and the Frozen Flower of the North herself - Miss Aesta Gavrai. She is often accompanied in step by one of the duke's men, the Lord Greir, who returned to the north some years ago accompanied by the young flower before her heart was frozen by the cruel realities of the Gaevlaerian tundra. One might then stop a while and watch the lady's wistful eyes long for the distant ships returning to sea on their voyage back to the mainland, back to her home. But when her eyes turn away they will regard one with nothing but the cold and tactful eye of a surgeon, distanced and reserved yet studying every detail in front of her.

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When I have writing block from the next part of main plot of my novel, my brain still wants to interact and visualize my character, and miss Aesta is one of my favorite to picture.

[jonnyardor]

Why men disappear #love #motivation #youtubeshorts

[lifethereboot]

Book Cover Reveal: Homecoming Chaos

Book Cover Reveal: Homecoming Chaos

Can Jamie survive the chaos and protect her family’s business, deal with her family, and handle the dance with the hot detective without managing to get herself killed? Homecoming Chaos A Model MD Novel by D.W. Brooks Genre: Romantic Suspense, Contemporary Fiction Jamison Jones Scott has been out of the country and out of contact with most of her family for four years. Distraught, she had left…

[barbreypilled]

not to be 200 year old bookposting but I have never wanted to beat a fictional character’s ass more than Edward Fedora Rochester he has the vibe of a shift supervisor in the most rancid way

[justanothernerdtje]

Eliza nodded. "And you two have been dating since...?"

"October 17th, ma'am," Corym replied. "For the record, I didn't know Milo would mention it."

It's Milo and Coryms Anniversary! This constellation piece wasn't my intention, but I do really love how it turned out!

Check out my novel with these two on Tapas!

#constellation #queer #mynovel #fantasy #love #space #celestial #myocs

[citrusitonit]

going thru messenger stories abt someones mama postign a pic of their day at the beach thgen it cuts to a mynovel ad abtbwerewolf n vampire

[medievalruins]

Cassie did her best to step carefully and slowly, trying not to crunch twigs and dry leaves as she walked through the ancient woods. She followed the hooded figure for what felt like hours, though it was half of one at most. By the time they came to a stop in the woods, long after the sound of the Autumn Equinox Festival faded into the distance, Cassie was holding one hand on a stitch that had formed in her left side, and the other hand over her mouth to stifle her panting breath. She crouched down behind a tree trunk and a large bush of undergrowth, ten feet away from the clearing where the stranger was unloading their pack onto the ground.

Cassie noted the items being laid out on the ground: a large, ornate gold goblet, a sheet of parchment containing what was undoubtedly a spell, and a long, sharp dagger with a silver crusted handle. The figure then walked further into the woods, out of the clearing, leaving the items behind. Cassie was considering going after them, but after a few minutes, a small sheep entered the clearing, being led on a rope leash by the hooded stranger. Cassie felt her blood run cold.

She didn't need to read what was on that piece of parchment to know what the spell entailed. It was clear from the dagger and the sheep. This was an animal sacrifice ritual. Only the darkest kinds of magic would require a ritual so gruesome. Whatever this person was up to was more than just unsavoury and illegal, but very likely extremely dangerous. Cassie knew she should leave. She should turn around, run back to town, to the estate, to find anyone that could stop whatever evil might be unleashed from this ritual. But her feet kept her rooted to the spot, watching as the stranger tied the sheep's lead to a stake jutting out from the ground near where they knelt.

When the stranger lowered their hood, Cassie had expected to see a wizened old sorcerer, capable of the dark and sophisticated magic laid out in the clearing, but was instead met with the face of one of her classmates from the Sorcerers Institute. There was no mistaking the light olive skin, short wavy black hair, long sharp nose, and green eyes that seemed to glow in the moonlight. It was Cymbeline Townsend, the sole heir to the Townsend Estate currently hosting the lavish Equinox celebration, and a constant thorn in Cassie's side at the Institute.

Cymbeline was barely an adult, practically a child, performing animal sacrifice magic on the night of Autumn Equinox. The odds that this would end well, Cassie considered, were next to zero. But matter how much Cassie knew she should run, she couldn't let go of the idea that she needed to stay to watch. To understand.

Cassie was so consumed with thoughts of why Cymbeline would be performing this kind of magic, that she didn't even hear the details of the spell. Cymbeline finished reciting the incantation, raising the dagger to the sheep's throat, an arm hooked around the sheep's neck as it thrashed and kicked for its life. The blood came first in a spray, as the blade sliced through fur and skin and flesh until the bone beneath was nearly visible, and then in a slow, steady spill of thick, dark red liquid that flowed like molten metal.

Cymbeline tucked the rim of the gold goblet under the flow of blood, collecting a full cup, and, with a carelessness that made Cassie's bile rise to her esophagus, tossed the still-twitching body of the sheep to the ground. Cymbeline stirred a single finger in a circular motion in the blood and continued the remainder of the incantation. Cassie couldn't pay attention to the words as she watched the edge of the goblet rise to her classmate's lips.

She wasn't sure how she got out of the woods. Wasn't sure if she managed to stay quiet as she backed away from the clearing and ran blindly through the dark trees, tripping over vines and exposed roots. Cassie didn't know if she'd been heard or seen. She just ran as fast as she could and didn't stop until she ran headlong into a pair of courtiers strolling along the edge of the estate property.

Cassie's panic-stricken face and dirty, disheveled appearance stood in stark contrast with the clean, regal attire of the couple. Still panting for breath, Cassie collapsed onto the grass at their feet. She only realized she had lost consciousness when she felt a set of arms gently lift her from the ground and begin carrying her back to the party. Cassie let herself slip away.

[mikanskey]

Mon nouveau roman vient d’être réédité en format numérique ! Un petit extrait pour vous faire partager l’ambiance romaaaaaaaantique et on le trouve ici : zozone et aussi ici : éditionsharo.

[6ninaph9]

Fairy and Garden Gnome AU - part 2

why do i want to write this fanfic so bad I HAVEN'T EVEN WRITTEN THE NOVEL YET!!!!!!!!

[paulapuddephatt]

DISTORTED PERCEPTIONS...

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[morgana0anagrom]

I was not going to post this art but fuck it. I don't have new fan art to share. This beefcake is my original Character, he is from my novel and you guys already have seen him in another artwork I posted 😅 everyone seemed to like him. His full name is Vargas R'an Gaard. Not gonna say who he is, Ive already spilled more than I should 😂😂 you guys can pretty much guess by his looks, what kind of character he is going to be 😂 hope you guys will like it xoxo 

[werepretty]

The ground of her cage was cold the room dark. They had bricked the window to keep the moon out. Her goddess wouldn’t be able to help her tonight. The smell of copper filled the air. She wondered if it was just her blood or others. She couldn’t tell. Her mind was starting to twist.

Torture. Pain. How much more could she endure? Please hekate strengthen me

[felgrimdarkwatch]

“You have no proof”

“You have no proof!” Marla protested, throwing her arms out wide into the air. 

Garin just stared at her coldly. He didn’t break the silence. The sparsely furnished Assassin-Master’s office seemed to grow even colder as if the aire between them had solidified into ice. 

Marla resisted the urge to shuffle her feet, knowing it would only make her look guilty. She was guilty, of course, but that was hardly the point. Garin didn’t know that, however omniscient he seemed. 

“You’re never this hard on the other assassin apprentices,” she said, hating the whine that clung to her voice even now. 

Still, Garin didn’t speak. Marla cast her eyes around the empty room as if seeking for the inspiration that was going to get her out of this mess. The room was as bare of excuses as it was of furniture though. 

Honestly. Garin was always prattling on about not having personal attachments, and how anything could be turned into a weapon against you, but she would have hated living in such abominably bare surroundings. 

She clenched her hands in her blacks, the uniform of all the assassin apprentices.

“Lots of children play Break-the-barrel,” she tried. “It could have been any one of them.”

Break-the-barrel was especially popular amongst the assassin- and spy-apprentices of Hollowick though, she had to admit. The game, breaking into someone else’s house, rearranging all their stuff and leaving again without getting caught, was considered a mark of honour amongst the apprentices--a testimonial to their skill.

Perhaps that’s why Garin keeps nothing, she thought to herself suddenly with a grin.  He doesn’t want to fall victim to Break-the-barrel and lose his authority. Though who would be foolish enough to venture into Garin’s offices uninvited, she didn’t know. That was a terminal type of stupidity. 

As if sensing the direction of her thoughts, Garin frowned.

“Perhaps,” he rumbled, breaking the silence at last. “But not a lot of children would be foolish enough to break into the palace to try it upon Prince Delphin’s personal chambers. That is an arrogance reserved solely for you, Black.”

She almost grinned again then. Anyway, she wasn’t a total fool. She had chosen the soft-hearted Delphin to practice upon, not his proud and haughty elder brother, Dorian, nor the youngest, Davon, a child of ice and stone who was already shaping up to be as ruthless as his father.

“Even if I did do it--and I didn’t  do it, Garin--then I didn’t get caught, so you have no proof,” she reminded him again.

His eyes tightened slightly, but she thought that despite his stern demeanour, he was trying not to laugh.

“May that comfort you all the way to the whipman, Black,” he retorted. “And be grateful that I don’t have you sent down to the younger classes again to teach you some sense.”

Marla jutted up her chin defiantly. The sunlight which streamed through the windows alighted on her pale and freckled face, tangling in her auburn hair.

“You always say that you can’t teach me anything,” she retorted, turning on her heel and marching away.

Despite everything, she thought she heard half a huff behind her, which was as close as Garin ever came to laughing, and Marla smiled, too.

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