#pamsdrabbles

[pamsdrabbles]

Keep Going, Orpheus

You are a poet. A singer. A lover.

The one you love most, Eurydice, has died, and you have followed her into the Underworld.

The gods saw your desperation and crafted a bargain for you and Eurydice to endure.

Walk without turning to face your lover, and you will prevail.

Keep going, Orpheus.

A game I made where you play as Orpheus, trying to get both yourself and Eurydice out of the Underworld, all while attempting to keep a promise you made long ago.

Simply click your way through and choose to love Eurydice.

Dowload for free on itch.io

[akindofmagictoo]

@writingbyjillian​ @oddsandinks​ @ahowlinwolf​ @aziz-writes @juls-writes​ @lookinpeach​ @zmwrites​ @quilloftheclouds​ @lowslore​ @isherwoodj​ @katnapped @thepsycheofbrokenthings​ @happyorogeny​ @magicalwriting @ettawritesnstudies​ @florraisons​ @tea-and-pirates @writtendevastation @talesofsorrowandofruin​ @lilmissravingwriter​ @zielenbloesem @metanoiamorii​ @little-boats-on-a-lake @lottieiswriting @violetwrites​ @the-unwrittenwriter​ @ink-fireplace-coffee @iparisaltanwing @tragedieds​ @pamsdrabbles @waysofink @hekat-ie​ @thehellinsideyourhead​ @starryeve88​ @trans1ence @vellichor-virgo​ @the-orangeauthor​ @google-plexed @literary-lavender @crystallized-ink @ellatholmes​ @seamajorshanties @crowewritesstuff @ashen-crest @astridmayewrites @wannabeauthorzofija​ @mel-writes-with-her-dragons​ @waterfallwritings @enchanted-lightning-aes​ @wizardfromthesea​ @huloglangit @diphthongsfordays​ @ruby-overlock @copper-dragon-in-disguise​ @mr-writes @josephinegerardywriter​ @teardropsandtherain​ @emilyoracle​ @matcha-chai @fablewritten @autie-auden-writes​ @innocentreticent

For the drabbles:

"Where does it hurt?"

~Morri🗡 (@memento-morri-writes)

7: "Where does it hurt?"

have some Theo and Aella, featuring Aella being a doofus and Theo being concerned for her wellbeing because someone has to be.

“Are you okay?” Theo’s hands were already flying for the rolls of bandage in his pocket. “Ow,” mumbled Aella, face down in the sand. Theo crouched down beside her, trying to quell the panicked tightening of his chest. “Where does it hurt?” Aella turned her head to free her face, which was covered in pale sand clinging to her skin. “Uh… everywhere?” “Do you think anything’s broken?” On his third try, he managed to free a bandage roll from the confines of the pocket. Aella knew what broken bones felt like, he knew that, and given she’d been cliff-climbing, it wasn’t impossible. The fact that she hadn’t gotten up wasn’t the best of signs. He swallowed, though it did nothing for the burn of bile at the back of his throat. “No.” Aella laughed, a sound so sudden and unexpected that Theo started. “Are you sure?” “Yep.” She rolled onto her side. “Just my pride, I think.” Theo let out a long breath as his chest began to loosen. “Really?” “Really what?” She stared up at him, her round golden eyes large in her sandy face. “You scared me!” He threw the bandage roll, which bounced harmlessly off her chest and flopped into the sand. “You fell from a cliff. You could have been very badly injured.” Aella giggled. “And now you’re laughing? I cannot believe—” “I didn’t fall, you silly. I got stuck, so I jumped, and landed badly.” She sat up to her knees and brushed sand out of her hair, then reached up to cup his face in both hands. “Thank you for being worried about me, but I promise I’m fine.” “Next time you appear to fall off a cliff, please tell me sooner that you’re not hurt.” “Well, if you insist.” She placed a quick, light kiss on the tip of his nose. “You’re sweet.” “You’re an idiot.” “But I’m your idiot.” She kissed him on the cheek this time, then pulled back. “I don’t think I can get up the cliff, but I did see a cool cave. You wanna come explore it with me?” “Sure.” They stood up more or less in unison, and he let her drag him by the hand towards the base of the cliff, towards whatever awaited them. He didn’t mind what it was, though, because he was with her.

thanks for the prompt!

send me a prompt and a WIP and get a drabble!

[bookphobe]

Hi Tina!! Can you add pamsdrabbles to your Pluto taglist please?

of course pam!! thank you sm 💖

[sageblogsthings]

kit’s art commissions!!

hiya everyone! i finally got my art insta up and running (@kitdrawsthings,,,i have a brand ok) and i’m wanting to open up a few commission slots!!

for now i’m just going to do five slots to gauge interest and make sure i’m not biting off too much. for examples of my work check below or go to my insta or ko-fi!

to commission me:

please email me at kitcreatesthings@gmail.com stating what you would like me to draw, and if you would like your commission done digitally or traditionally (if traditional, please also state if you want it done in ink, colored pencil, watercolor, etc). make sure to provide any references you have (i.e. character sheets, a palette you have in mind, anything like that). i will respond to your email letting you know if i can accept the commission, what information i will need to complete it, how much it will cost, and how long it will take me to finish. once we have both agreed on a price (i’ve put general price guidelines below), donate that amount to my ko-fi, screenshot your donation and email me that screenshot. once i receive that, i will complete your commission and email it to you in whatever file format you prefer! if the commission is done digitally, i can send you a process video for it as well!

lastly, if you would like to commission me to draw something that i don’t have an example for below, feel free to shoot me an email anyways! just because i don’t have a picture of it here does not mean that i’m not interested in drawing it. :)

if you have any questions don’t hesitate to reach out! email is probably the best way to contact me since tumblr can be a bit glitchy and likes to eat y’all’s messages :)

more samples of my work below the cut! :)

general taglist:

@ljscrawls | @chloeswords | @avi-burton-writing | @pamsdrabbles | @ryns-ramblings | @svpphicwrites | @aetherwrites | @radiomacbeth | @bijouxs | @ravens-and-rivers | @haldimilks | @alicewestwater | @zielenbloesem | @nsanelyawkward | @feverdreamwritings | @bookphobe | @alexsidereus | @kowlazovdi

[violetcancerian]

Longtime no-see from something about The Dragon and the Herald, so here's some Ladyhawke AU art 😅😅 (because I've been Hyperfixating)

Tristan as Etienne of Navarre and Mouse as Isabeau

Tag list! (If you want to be added or removed please let me know!)

@reyavie   @margridarnauds   @ladywithalamp   @hannahs-creations   @pieplease   @daltoneering   @epic-summaries   @musicofglassandwords   @ashara-art   @kiwibirdlafayette   @planets-and-prose   @minnuet   @lordfenric   @desperatlytryingtowriteabook   @ellatholmes  @happyorogeny  @theburnedoutnerd @reeseweston @pamsdrabbles @knotttamar @kirsten-is-writing @writtendevastation @imthatwannabeauthor

PLEASE DO NOT STEAL

[rataltouille]

FIND THE WORD TAG #3

tagged by @x-writes @andiwriteunderthemoon @wannabeauthorzofija and @mp-golfin!!

i’ve chosen one word from each of y’alls tags because i don't think having 20 excerpts in one post would have helped anyone 🥴

CHOKE [from x]

I missed winter already. Spring birthed colour everywhere and I should have loved it. My garden must be choked with growth and perfume and chlorophyll. I must be growing a mini forest there. But I missed the chill in my bones after every exit-and-enter from the front door, the plumes of vapour dewdropping from my mouth, the steady palm-rubbing as if I was trying to ignite fire. Somehow the insidious fermenting of the snow had burrowed into me. I didn’t want to change seasons. Stay rooted two feet under, bend and fold but don’t break away.

DREAM [from chandra]

Green paint gossamered in the half-fluorescence. You lay on the bed and dreamed peacefully, an angel with your hair fluttering by your ears, your eyelids cycling through sleep— shut now, slowly opening, shut again.

HEALTH [from zofija]

Our house was a slump of cement when the rains came around: the plumbing would crackle and fizz as if thunder had built camp there, the soft paint would be mossed and smothered with mud, and the ivy that curled on the rooftops, like barbed wire, would wither in stagnant water and die in clumps. You could stand under the rooftops and catch a few of the rotting vines if you were unlucky enough— the chlorophyll already sucked out, and the residue a corpse of dark green— and the decay would ruin your porch as much as it ruined your day. Every house was plagued with unhealth and the air was dirty and sediment in your lungs. Laceflies stuck to windows and shed their wings. Everyone was sick from the cold or sick of the weather and wished to sleep forever.

RAINFALL [from pía]

i didn't find rainfall so used rain instead

You, you, you. For thirty years I’d let you live with me. When I turned, you were there, grinning. When I unsaddled rain at the door, you were there, saving the towel for yourself. When I’d cut my fingers on my documents, you were there, hoarding the antiseptics. It was all in spirit, they’d say— the dead never leave you, after all. Always taking up residence in your heart. Always haunting you.

my words for you are: skin, delicate, porcelain, glisten. tagging @athenapollo @shaelinwrites @pamsdrabbles @chayscribbles @dallonswords @jennawritesstories @kraljevna @nangua @oasis-of-you @rossafabula @zmlorenz + anyone else who wants to participate !

[residentofthedisc]

Writeblr Reintroduction – 200 Followers!

I mean, 227 because I was very busy with university work when I hit the milestone, but better late than never as they say…

ME!

-        I’m Disc

-        I’m a 21yr old Irish student

-        He/him and they/them pronouns (trans and biromantic)

-        Actuallyautistic and actually hard-of-hearing

-        Ex-whump and hurt/comfort fanfiction writer so… expect a lot of injuries and angst.

-        (Gotta use my lifeguard training somehow)

-        Also love found family so there is tooth-rotting fluff in there too.

-        Tag games are great, ask box less checked but appreciated.

My writing!

-        Pretty much all fantastical and set on worlds other than Earth.

-        Obsessed with revolutions both social and technological.

-        Special interests in Revolutionary-era France, the late Victorian era for the colonies (because imperialism is bad), and the Golden Age of Piracy.

-        Every hero in my work is disabled, queer or both.

-        Either everyone can use magic or no one can.

WIP LIST

Title: Tocktick

Genre: Fantasy steam/arcanepunk adventure

Status: In progress, fully planned.

Pitch: Emmett Askren, an autistic and hard-of-hearing aeronaut, is drawn into a deadly airship race with a new, revolutionary engine and struggles to protect the crew of The Iris from their past ghosts.

 *

Title: The Drowned Rook

Genre: Fantasy steam/arcanepunk mystery thriller

Status: In progress

Pitch: Sequel to Tocktick with different characters – A phantom thief terrorises the city of Rookwell and freelance reporters, Octavia Starling, Altan Ace, and Pleasant Nettles team up to uncover their identity and discover why their friends are losing their memories.

 *

Title: Comrades of the Sixpence Circle

Genre: Fantasy swashbuckling adventure

Status: Mind-existing only

Pitch: Loving husbands, Jean-Marc and Marcel Bonheur, struggle to hide their identities as the Aeruwell Ghost when their theatre is attacked by a mysterious faction and their friends captured by the government.

 *

Title: Wildcard

Genre: Fantasy comedy

Status: Planning

Pitch: When her younger sister, Sapphira Rose is revealed to (unsurprisingly) be the Chosen One, unintended survivor, Bess Smith forcibly inserts herself into the story to make sure she isn’t exploited. And dresses as a boy because that’s the only part of the tales she likes.

Other (may have forgotten someone and I’m really sorry) interesting writeblrs I follow (and you should too)

@queer-crusader @dragonstoravens @fields-of-ink @inky-duchess @pamsdrabbles @radioactive-tiefling @humour-and-hyperfocus @meganwrote @quantumlandbook

Seriously, all their wips are great and will get proper shout-outs in their own post. 

[poetunias]

{an excerpt from improv - a day with brent lockhart}

improv excerpts are back and i’m very very excited to introduce brent! he’s been a sleeper favorite of mine as he’s introduced a bit later on in the novel but he’s such a fun guy to write. he really is cool, man.

taglist and transcription under the cut!

Taking a walk with Lockhart is like scrolling through an encyclopedia. You get the impression that he’d be exceptionally good on Jeopardy!.

If he is an encyclopedia, though, he’s the most unassuming one ever. His sentences are punctuated with drawling ya knows and rights and likes alongside dude or man or bro. Everything from the best donut shop to quantum physics is cool or neat or, occasionally, nifty. I offhandedly call him a genius - only partially a joke - and he laughs like this is the most absurd thing he has ever heard, more absurd than the fact that the inventors of Pringles used supercomputers to determine that the best chip shape was a hyperbolic paraboloid. “That’s cool, man,” he says.

improv taglist (ask to be +/-): @thescatteredscribbles // @adaparkwrites // @the-moving-finger-writes // @austrohungarianwriteblr // @reeseweston // @by-the-way-its-may // @rushing-whispers // @lumierezi // @writer-in-monochrome // @teriwrites // @candyapplewriting // @writing-in-rain // @pamsdrabbles

[pamsdrabbles]

I loved @mardibot's Kim cross stitch, and wanted to try my hand at it using this pattern.

This was my first time doing cross stitch, and I feel like I learned a lot! I clearly didn't think about how I was going to finish the edges, and I wished I had given myself more room to work. All the materials I pulled from my embroidery stash, so I did the best I could to color match with what I already had.

I like it! Who knows. Maybe one day I'll make a Harry to match ^-^

[akindofmagictoo]

WIP line chain game

I was tagged by @happyorogeny @google-plexed and @violetwrites (but I’m going to make this a separate post not a chain) 

rules: write the latest line from your WIP and tag as many people as there are words in the line

as ever this is not the latest line... but whatever 

She nodded. That assumed that they wanted to catch him… which she did. Didn’t she? 

right. fifteen tags. here we go ... 

@writingbyjillian @isherwoodj @zmlorenz @starryeve88 @talesofsorrowandofruin @literary-lavender @teriwrites @ink-fireplace-coffee @mjmnorwood @etjwrites @klywrites @quilloftheclouds @lottieiswriting @ardawyn @pamsdrabbles

[bookphobe]

PLUTO AS AN IMAGINED NETFLIX SERIES + (PARTS OF) TITLE CARD

tina can you please actually write instead of avoiding it by making graphics and daydreaming did anyone hear something?? no ?? ok good.. anyway... ive been seeing amazing netflix mockups of wips lately and decided to give it a try for pluto!

read below the cut for more info + taglist !

template i used for the netflix bits here. & if anyone's curious, the font i used for 'Pluto' is called NoMark

Here is pluto: the netflix series!!!!!!!!!! everyone close their eyes and imagine it... and pretend it's there and that it's good. okay. alright. i imagine the title card & credits bit to be more sophisticated- that's only a rough idea of how i imagined it hehe. writing scripts for shows & film is actually one of my writing dreams! visual media has been something i digest much easier than novels nowadays (just stating facts 😔 creating this blog is a part of my process of trying to get back into reading and Literature in general) and while things like shot composition and other aspects of filmmaking i'm less knowledgeable on, screenplays i find really interesting

Episode List

1. MORSE — Javi takes in a runaway. A young writer recounts his harrowing ordeal following his recent arrival to the town of Fell Island.

2. SWALLOW'S EDGE — Elsa adjusts to her new life, but her past keeps a tight grip. An experienced hiker finds themselves in a rocky situation.

3. WHAT'S IN A NAME — An odd presence visits the diner. A park ranger investigates a rumour surrounding the woods.

4. WONDERLAND — A chance discovery makes Javi question his decision. A determined mother shares her story and searches for her missing daughter.

5. FROM THE WOODS — Elsa tries to get closer to Nico, but her intentions are not what he thinks they are. Cosette puzzles over what she saw.

tv pluto is a bit different than book pluto in that book pluto is, in my head, much shorter than how i imagine tv pluto to be (about 2 seasons, 8-12 eps max?? 😗), and so there would def be more content added that focus on the interpersonal reationships in tv pluto. things like storylines etc would have to be shuffled around & adjusted as well because tv and word are different mediums after all. also pluto employs the framing device - there's an outer story, concerning the customers & employees, human and non-human (wink wonk), and then they spill their tales, the inner stories; the idea of exploring that concept on tv pluto, especially with the added advantage of visuals, is cool!! and ,,, a little bit ambitious tbh since the outer story is also complex-if not more-than the inner stories. that being said the tales told during the episodes are pretty short and won't take too much of the episode time so actually hmm there'll be enough room for everything i imagine. the show would have the same vibes as these images

(CURSED™️). lots of scenes would b framed as if you were just looking in, a bystander watching these people, or watching thru the pov of the town itself as it watches its organisms' every move. notable songs in this soundtrack (i will post a link to the spotify playlist soon 🤪🤪) include strange fruit by billie holliday, and you are my sunshine, sung by johnny cash (after seeing annabelle: creation that song has not ceased in reminding me of demons LMAO). i'm a big fan of innocuous enough songs being turned into songs being paired w things that r the complete opposite of its original vibe u kno it's so Unsettling

❤️ pluto taglist @carlyiswriting @berinswriting @nightmares-and-fireflies @aetherwrites @oasis-of-you @odysseywritings @haldimilks @chloeswords @isherwoodj @avi-burton-writing @themillionthdraft @ryns-ramblings @kitblogsthings @writingbyjillian @pamsdrabbles @piyawrites @bijouxs @ravens-and-rivers @spencers-tomes

[writingamongther0ses]

Last Line

I really need to catch up on these...Okay, so I was tagged by @myhusbandsasemni, @crowandmoonwriting, @magic-is-something-we-create, @strangerays, @harps-for-days, @talesofsorrowandofruin, @thatfizzyyyy, @witherednightmare, and @crystallized-ink.

Jordan walked past the office and then backtracked, staring at Plushbee. “What’s that doing here?” he asked, staring at the plush. Plushbee glared and he ignored it. “I thought she was on,” he made a gesture. “You know, the other side.”

Liza frowned as she considered the best way to word her answer. “She...was. But she decided that she like it better here with me.”

Jordan raised a brow. “So, she’s just gonna be wandering the restaurant? I’m not sure how safe-” Liza made a face and his face dropped in realization. “Liza.”

“About that...Ted said no to her wandering the restaurant. So...”

“Elizabeth, please tell me you didn’t give the murderous plush free range of our house.”

Liza grabbed Plushbee when she gave a hiss at the ‘murderous plush’ line, gently stroking her ears. “Not entire free range!” she protested. “She only wants her hallway! That’s not the entire house!” Although considering the bunny’s tendencies to wander...

I’ll tag, with no pressure, @pamsdrabbles, @scmalarky, @lova-writes, @meg-moira, @woodlights, @chayscribbles, @queenetoilewrites, @wildswrites, @hearteyeswrites, @thewalkingnerdx, @toboldlywrite, @sleepyowlwrites, @kryskakikomi, @written-by-yours-truly, and @red-wizard-writes.

[violetcancerian]

WIP INTRODUCTION

The Dragon and the Herald by J. A. García and A. M. Wright © 

Genre: Arthurian Retelling, high fantasy

Elements: Magic, fae, war, LGBTQA+ and POC characters

Status: Editing

Summary: 

The legend always said that the dragon would bring peace. That had been a lie. It was obvious to those in the borderlands, for they had to deal with the countless raids, the death, the stealing of sons and daughters by the White Lady. No one had ever seen her but every mother spoke in hushed tones to their swaddling children, not to speak out, not to draw any attention to themselves lest they be caught in the witch's icy grip. 

A band of rogue warriors and unlikely heroes join the fray to stop the White Lady from unleashing her full power, unaware that soon their fates will be entwined and set in the big scheme of pulling Britain out of a darkness that will go beyond legend.

Tag list! (If you want to be added or removed please let me know!)

@cukibola   @reyavie   @wildandwhirlingwords   @ladywithalamp   @hannahs-creations   @pieplease   @daltoneering   @epic-summaries   @musicofglassandwords   @ashara-art   @kiwibirdlafayette   @planets-and-prose   @vioaeon   @lordfenric   @desperatlytryingtowriteabook   @ellatholmes  @happyorogeny  @dorothyannewise  @theburnedoutnerd @reeseweston @pamsdrabbles

[sageblogsthings]

the persistence effect snippets

still working on a wip intro for this but i thought i would compile the two snippets i’ve written in one place, and as screenshots in case people prefer that over the tumblr text posts. :)

also, here is the info dump for tpe if anyone wants a glimpse into the terrifying unorganized chaos that is my mind aha

snippet one - “how did we get here?”

snippet two - hollow

general taglist

@ljscrawls | @chloeswords | @avi-burton-writing | @pamsdrabbles | @ryns-ramblings | @svpphicwrites | @aetherwrites | @radiomacbeth | @donghyeuck | @ravens-and-rivers | @elaichichais | @alicewestwater | @zielenbloesem | @nsanelyawkward | @feverdreamwritings | @bookphobe​ 

transcripts below the cut

“how did we get here?”

Cain couldn’t remember much of anything anymore. Not because he didn’t want to, but because after eons of existence everything starts to blur together. All the names, all the faces, all the sights and smells and places. Everything but that face. Your face. He remembered that vividly, continually, horrifically. The one thing he thought would always bring him joy had long been perverted into something that only brought him pain, visceral and gnawing. And that was just how it was supposed to be. That was how the Ancient Ones wanted it. His soul tormented and violated and corrupted every day of his life until one day it just stopped being a soul and became some thing: dark, twisted, mangled, and bitter.

He had always told you that that wouldn’t happen, that he could fight it. You smiled and said you believed him. You lied. And he had lied, too. He said that he would miss you. That he would break, whither, crumble like shattered glass when you died. But he hadn’t. He had just stopped, shuddered, and sighed. He had been relieved. Because for one moment, one goddamn moment, there had been peace behind his eyelids, in the hollow space where you had come to reside. A peace which he had forgotten for so long that he forgot how to long for it. And now it was all whirling back, air rushing into his blackened lungs and wrapping around his heart, ephemeral and built of crumbling ashes. He had almost felt it again, the light that he dared not name or think of for too long but which he had nevertheless ached would come back to him. Hope.

But then you came back. And his heart withered some more, and you hadn’t even noticed. His heart playing some fucked up game of tug-o-war between that which he called desire and that which he called destruction until he realized that they were one and the same. You.

All he wants is to be rid of you, but if he ever let such treachery escape the gaping hole of his existence he would be sucked into it, a black hole of his own manifestation. A promise broken, and a curse fulfilled. No, it was better to lie, say that he would miss you, say that he would not become this broken, pathetic heap, say that he would find a way to fix this. Because if he didn’t, wasn’t that fulfilling a prophecy that he had sowed? Perhaps the Ancient Ones had waved their calloused hands of divinity across the tattered tapestry of his life, unraveled it a bit further, but it had been threadbare long before they had ever spoken to him. Gaps in the patchwork that shriveled when you did. But now he could never fill them. Missing you made them desiccate even more, like a rose in the beating sun. But seeing you? Gods, seeing you ripped that rose to shreds, clawed to atomized pieces by the demon in his chest. Ironic, wasn’t it?

The one thing he needed and the one thing he couldn’t have: you. The one thing he said he would love and yet forgot how: you. And the one thing he hoped would keep him sane but which drove him closer to the rim of lucidity with each rising and falling of the sun: you.

hollow:

sometimes he thinks about what it felt like, in the hollow of your chest. nestled amongst your ribs and collarbones like a creature perched precariously between two branches, teetering on the precipice of something profound and prophetic. but he stumbled. whatever vision he had caught a glimpse of went careening backwards, tumbling down and down until it became something he could only see in the constellations behind his eyes and taste in the tang on his tongue. he wasn’t sure what he had missed, but he knew that it was something vital, something earth-shattering, something that he would forever be fractured without. and he needed it it. he would do anything to get it. but that’s the funny part, isn’t it? he needed something inextricably connected to you, interlaced with the very fabric of your being and the shape of your existence, but he didn’t need you. he called forth the light summoned by your flame in the same breath he extinguished it. and then, as you laid there smothered and smoldering he gazed into your eyes and stepped into a world which was only your own. wandering in the graveyard behind your eyes, he stepped across broken bones and scattered glass and picked apart every piece of you to find the light he lost. glittering fragments reflecting every droplet of light and for a second he thought he saw it again, that constellation that pressed itself to the skin of his eyelids every waking moment. but it was just a trick. an illusion, a faded image, a streaked mirror. and you, a false and shattered oracle. a name he would repeat for eternity under the guise of a curse and the semblance of resurrection. but underneath the sky, laying on a bed of constellations like a field of flowers, you knew the truth. you knew. that no matter the guise, the semblance, the prophetic utterance, he was shattered. irreparably. hollow. eternally.

[cuntylittlesalmon]

favorite writeblr ocs tag

this game was made by the incredibly lovely @pamsdrabbles (thank you for taking up the torch when all of atlas gets shy). just a place to gush about your favorite ocs on writeblr!!

i will tag @vivian-is-writing @chloeswords @isherwoodj @rhikasa @morally-grey-writer @hekat-ie and anyone else who wants to !!

first and foremost, surprising literally no one, @linariouswrites’ mairetholem winchester.

look okay. i know im a raging lesbian, but i love maire with literally my entire heart. he’s such a tragic character and such a #problematique character but all of this just makes me love him more, honestly. everything to do with him and jiene fucking kills me but i keep coming back for more! i just adore him and his gorgeous red hair and his obsession with magic. evil mario ftw <3

@aetherwrites’ leda williams

again we must call attention to me being a lesbian because, oh wow leda 😳♥️ i feel for her so much with what she’s gone through, and i’m so proud of her !! i am so excited to see her arc in asaaw because i know it’ll be powerful also joey is an extremely close second for very similar reasons

@chloeswords’ beau

himbeau....<3 literally i think beau is such an incredible character, and the impact he has one felix is so intense. everything church mud feeds into my hunger for hazy vintage media, and beau is the sort of character i’d just keep searching for in every shot / scene / chapter. full of life, charismatic, unabashedly himself. 10/10 would care him again

@aelenko’s aman khalil and connor tbh i cannot separate these two

so i think it’s unfair to pit aman and connor up against the rest of these because i’ve seen them grow and change and just become better versions of themselves but i just can’t not put them on here <3 honestly iwyw didn’t feel like 90k words because of the dynamics between these two !! aman is so kind and genuine and he just wants the best for everyone and i love him for that. i just want to shrink him down and stick him in my pocket and carry him around everywhere cause he’s so precious

[poetunias]

{an excerpt from improv - a day with brent lockhart}

more brent! more brent! more brent! he’s such a fascinating character and i’ve been really enjoying getting into his perspective and finding his voice.

(also! i’m trying a new style of excerpts being shorter and the font size being bigger, which i think is easier to read. if you prefer the old style, though, let me know!)

transcription and taglist under the cut!

“I don’t like that idea,” he says to me, suddenly. “I don’t like the idea of tortured genius. I think you can be smart and talented and very healthy, ya know? People like this image of art coming from really disturbed places,” - he says this in a very airy voice, as if impersonating the type of person to say this - “but it doesn’t have to. You don’t have to - you shouldn’t - give yourself up like that for anything you do.”

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