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[365runesoftheamalgamations]

Finding The Write Time [ 01 ]

hello and how are you, fellow Wanderers?

Welcome to our very - very very very very oh gods this is so late who let us not do anything for this long we are so sorry - very belated introduction to a Challenge we are going to be throwing ourselves into! This is hosted and done by the wonderful and marvelous Zac, @did-i-do-this-write, and we really want to jump into this!

Photo by Ales Krivec on Unsplash

The Challenge Rules

Use a prompt to write a complete story in 30 minutes or less.  Whether it ends up being 100 words or 1000, the goal is to completely brainstorm, plan, and draft a piece of writing in a single writing session.

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The Prompt Masterlist

This is where we will throw all of our writings to the prompts once they are up and going!

⚜ [ Prompt Responses To Be Added ]

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This is going to be updated and reblogged with the all of the proper links and responses so keep an eye out for this post if you want to see what we're up to!

[365runesoftheamalgamations]

hello and how are you, fellow Wanderers?

Honestly, we have way too many Works to even consider about, but we do tend to pick out five different Projects for every Monthly Challenge, so let's grab a generator, pick out a few, and share some things about them, yes?

A Knight's Honor

Intro Post | Writing Tag

Elizabeth Swallow has been guided in all things for her Life and her Status, the rules and restrictions of the Ladies-in-waiting giving her everything that she should focus on and what she should nip at the bud. It is all for the sake of the status of the Swallow Family, far too influential and entangled in the misadventures and misgivings of the Courts of the Earth and Flames. That is until she lays witness to a single moment that changes the Worlds for her mind and soul forever. Falling for the quiet nature and endless Knowledge of the Knight, she aims to give herself the freedom of following her heart in the matters of her own life, even if it ends up ruining more than just her standing in the eyes of the Courts and favor of the Ladies.

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A Magician & A Curse

Intro Post | Writing Tag

Witches have haunted the Forests of Navamora for far longer than most of the Histories recorded within the Lands. Elios has known of the Witches before ever learning about the Beings of Humanity who have tried and failed to regain any sort of foothold in their Cursed home. Not even Humanity’s attempt at purging the Magicians does anything to help the growing Cursed Existences from rising from the grounds and destroying their World. It’s only when they meet a Magician, one of those who were cursed at birth to death, that they learn of things not even their beloved Guild is aware of. And they come face to face with the disgusting realities that engulf what it really means to hunt a Witch.

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Cityscapes of Dragoons

Intro Post | Writing Tag

They say Icarus laughed as he fell. They never say what kind of laughter it was. Emily has known nothing of the Cityscapes, the giant abandoned relics of machinery and impossibility that float through the Skies, air horns screaming their paths for absolutely no one to hear anymore. The only things that come from them now are debris, death, and the deadly roars of the Fire Bellies, Dragons without Knowledge. The dead Cityscapes are only good for supply runs, attempts to salvage whatever essentials they can without evoking the wrath of the Beasts. It's a death wish wrapped in desperate hope, and Emily lives to serve, if only because it keeps her and her own alive. And then she lays witness to something that makes her wish she didn't have so much to gamble against; an Icarus, a child falling from one of the Cityscapes without his wings. Even worse, he was definitely laughing.

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To Fall Without Angel Wings

Intro Post | Writing Tag

There are three things to know about freefalls.

One: it only occurs when you jump off the bridges of the Worlds, where the Realities collide for a single moment of delayed time and open space. Two: once you freefall, you are cursed for life. Everyone will know and everyone can tell. Three: no one ever thanked a Spirit. There are many things that Sebastian has allowed to fall through her fingertips, but none of them included the fate of her own body, mind, and soul. She knows exactly what she is getting into when she visits the Bridge of the Vagabonds but everything is turned on its head when her nonexistent prayer for a Salvation she never wanted is granted in the worst form she could have conjured.

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To Sleight The Mind

Intro Post | Writing Tag

Tomfoolery was a gamble, plain and simple. But when the Game holds itself to only one winner and too many losers to hold any value, it ends up as more of a show for cowards. The Tents of Fantasia are nothing more than hunting grounds for the Ring Master and his Mind Magicks. They drag anyone with a lick of desire into the gambles, make sure to drive into their fears, leave them nothing but the luck of their own willpower. No one survives the Tomfoolery Gamble. Julia knows this, has laid witness to the Mind Magicks herself, has know what awaits the end of it all. And she knows a cheat when she sees it.

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Let’s get to know your main story! Tell us a little bit about it!

[akanemnon]

If i promise to give kris 100 buckets of moss, will they hug frisk?

So many people have been wanting Kris to hug Frisk and/or warm up to them... Well, allow me to hit you in the feels

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MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

[runetallem]

I know what you are…

[aashiyancha]

A bit of winter fun in Rigbarth part 1 of 2

(And as usual, here's the link to the archive if you would like to read from the beginning)

[whatudottu]

Sketchy sequel to this little thing I drew on an 8 hour plane trip without references because no wifi :(

Shockwave's logic tree of 'only breakdown's brave/stupid enough to call him breastie' and 'breakdown saying "hey breastie" is in reference to him' meets Breakdown's rarely seen mischievous side like a downball piffed against a wall-

[runefactorynonsense]

Melotober - Day 3 - Potion

The ingredients matter, or it won't heal at all. But the magic and intent of the crafter can make them better. (aka I wish you could take lessons from villagers in later games in place of the dang skill bread)

[ask-obt]

Rune! Dielle stole all your PINK!

Rune: I guess I can see what it's like to be a normal color for my species. Or I guess, slightly more normal.

[admiralvermin]

Omg wait can only us Water Flight members read what Tidelord is saying?? That’s so fucking cool and clever if it’s the case

[365runesoftheamalgamations]

A Challenge for Writemas [ 05 ]

hello and how are you, fellow Wanderers?

Thank you to the lovely and wonderful @agirlandherquill for tagging us in the event and letting us participate! We hope you are all having fun with it and we love seeing everyone's responses to the challenge! Here is to the first five days!

Photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash

Prompts of the Day:

Dialogue Prompts: "You made a mistake. Right it." | “You warned me of betrayals, but never from you." | "…What have you done?"

Setting Prompts: A river | A balcony | A cage

Feeling Prompts: Sobbing | The whispers of the wind | The sting of heartbreak

Narration Prompts: The smile on his face was cruel. Beautifully wicked. The tears falling down her face washed away the ash and blood, but the pain stayed behind, as it always did. Her fingers ran over the crack in the mirror, it made the reflection even more beautiful, even more broken.

Delusions hold you closer than even your own Insanity.

There is something to freefalling that makes you imagine the World does not hate you.

It is something that falls with you, taken away with everything else but the calm assurance that Death will greet you once gravity wins.

You close your eyes, know that it is coming for you, faster than the Hunt or the Hunter or the fate of the Hunted.

And it does not come.

You gasp, air dragging itself through your lungs as you flinch hard. Your body jerks against the air itself, you choke as Knowledge comes in tiny pinpricks of whispers; you are not dead, you are in the air, there is something around you, your head is filled with-

You blink, still yourself enough to realize that you are still sinking through the Skies. It is just slow, the soft descent bringing you down towards the Lands without the fast pace of Death and its Dragon. You try to breathe as whispers drag you down, a soft whirlwind of snow keeping you in the air without the cold bite or the static silence.

It takes a few minutes before you are given back to the ground, the winds whispering before they disperse and gravity claims you. You drop with barely a thought as the snow catches you; you blink as you immediately stand, scrambling for some level of understanding before you freeze.

There is a small Storm before you, a soft whirlwind keeping itself contained before you, barely visible and slightly audible. You stare at it, realize it is just snow and wind and something else. You step forward, try to focus on the small Storm before you catch a few words, eyes widening as you realize that the Storm holds the voice, touching your ears with too much familiarity.

“You warned me of betrayals, but never from you.”

You move towards the soft flurry, mind bent to the voice and the Storm and something else. There is a tiny thought sitting in the back of your mind, the one that warns of the Hunt, the Beasts, the Nightmare that does not care for the whispers of the wind. But you move forward, gently step to the flurry as a hand reaches for it, trying to take in the small cage of snow and static. The words blend into one another, whispers rising and falling as you get closer, but some thoughts reach you, different random moments of Time and Histories that take you entirely when they reach you.

“You made a mistake. Right it.”

You make a small noise with the words and the wind, instantly take by the display before you step too close. The flurry explodes around you, instantly engulfing you in a small cage of wind and snow. You choke as it comes for you, try to backpedal stupidly before it devours you for a moment. You freeze as the World bleeds into blurry nonexistence; nothing else is before you but the Spirits of the Winter Storm.

That name hits you with the string of heartbreak, small sobs sitting in your throat as you grab at your chest. You can almost feel the break in your heart, the destruction of your soul. Something in this Storm is more than you want to be aware of, something that break you slowly but surely as you begin sobbing more freely, the emotions dragging you further from yourself.

There is a tiny thought, one that begs you to be silent, begs you to start running, demands something more than your capture by the Spirits. It is drowned in the next second as the voice comes, loud and holding too much emotion for you to want to even consider.

“… What have you done?”

You drop to your knees, choking on everything that the Storms is giving you, is taking from you. You stare down at yourself, find a mirror before you, underneath you, slowly cracking under the weight of your sins. You stare at the cracks, note that they are spreading from your mind, from your heart, your hands bleeding more cracks as you run your finger over the cracks of the mirror. There is a tiny thought that comes with it, one that drags you forward to break it more, something in the break more beautiful, more broken, more consuming.

You can almost feel yourself breaking with the cracks, hold a tiny thought that it cannot be worse than the Storm that is stealing everything but your despair. You note the fact the face within the cracked reflection is shifting, changing from the horror you hold to give you something more sinister, more evil. The smile on the face is cruel; beautifully wicked and it breaks something with you as the voice drops to whisper against your ears.

“You do not get Salvation.”

The ice shatters from underneath you, dragging you down into the Void, and you scream as you fall once again.

You jerk as the Realities slam into you, body throwing itself from a moment before you come back to yourself. You gasp for a moment, blindly looking around before you are note the World around you again.

The darkness is still here, the snow slowly claiming you again with a softer fall that brings more of the silence these forsaken Lands are known for. You glance around, try to find the broken reflections, the Spirits, the Winter Storm.

There is nothing around you but the giant tower of the river that you fell from, the snow that had to have caught you, the whisper of a drum as you look up and see the Beast looking out over the cliff and down to you.

You swallow past the dryness in your throat, throw everything else away from your mind save the thought that it is time to go. You shudder before you drag yourself from the snow and continue on, the whispers of the wind dragging goosebumps down your spine as the voice returns to you.

“What have you done?"

You hate the question.

It notes too much Knowledge that not even you get to hold.

Challenge Invitation | Masterlist Post | Writing Tag

[365runesoftheamalgamations]

hello and how are you, fellow Wanderers?

We are the Storyverse Amalgamations [ primarily we / they, System of Whispers ] and we're so happy to be able to jump in and find the courage to join in this Summerfest! We hope to be able to dive in and participate in all that we can and we hope that everyone can have fun with this new adventure!

We write so many genres and have way too many Works to even properly count and introduce, but we dabble in just about everything. Hopefully one day these Works will end up as books, though we're not that worried about it. All we know is that we want to write and not even the Three will keep us from that kind of joy.

Happy August and Good Luck to everyone joining in! Hope to see you all around this month! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

We’re going to focus on getting to know each other today. Reblog this post and introduce yourself!

[akanemnon]

Is (UT) Sans at Grillby’s or is he at home lookin for paps?

He was taking a nap

FIRST - PREVIOUS - NEXT

MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

[shythalia]

Arcane fans stop spreading & presenting fan theories (that hold very little water) as actual facts to newcomers challenge:

IMPOSSIBLE

[the-void-via]

Ima jump on the TWST OC's in Halloween outfits for the new event;

My oc, Rune Volc, in his Halloween outfit! :3 i tried to make it somewhat like Malleus', since they're actually distant relatives- they're both dragon boys. I would've made this in ibs paint but I felt better drawing on paper for whatever reason- ^^;

Tags: @oya-oya-okay

[aashiyancha]

Sweet Heart Bakery and Clothing store

[frontierpodiatrist]

my contribution to rune factory 2 society, ruminating on how hilariously lackluster kyle's responses to being confessed to are