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[tigertaurus22]

Once again, I did not get to share my piece during the last Drop In and Write session so I’m posting it here

This time, we had a special prompt from a company called Spokane Bottle Project. According to our Prompter, what they do is they collect old glass bottles and sell them to people that can make up a story about it.

And that’s basically what we did. We came up with a story about one of the bottles they gave us to choose from. We were even allowed to take them home with us!

Mine was a smaller clear glass bottle that kinda looked like an inkwell.

Again, this piece is supposed to be part of A Kitsune in Camelot. Some things will likely be changed in the final version.

The Piece:

The feather quill tapped the side of the little glass bottle as it was extracted, leaving small drops of black ink on the wooden surface of the desk.

The girl paused as she held the quill, pondering how she was going to transfer her thoughts to the parchment. She glanced at the bottle, noting how the sunlight reflected off its smooth, somewhat foggy surface.

It reminded her of the day she and her beloved Sigurd had found it, abandoned in the Court Magician’s study.

It had been much dustier then, likely sitting on that shelf for years before she found it. There had been stains all along the inside from the many potions and elixirs that had been kept inside it.

The Princess idly wondered whether there were still magical properties within the bottle now. There hadn’t been the last time she used her special inkwell, and the time before that. At least, that she knew of.

Sigurd must have really scrubbed it clean, as the magician had suggested.

It had apparently belonged to the Court Magician before him, and Copernicus just forgot it was there.

The Princess had forgotten what brought her to the magicians’ study in the first place that day. But she supposed it didn’t matter now.

Scratching sounds filled the silence of her room as she thought of something else to add to her letter.

At her father’s request, the Princess was writing letters to each of the five Champions that had won the recent tournament.

Of course, there had only been one actual winner, but the four runners-up were also allowed to become knights. The kingdom desperately needed as many soldiers as they could get, preferably pre-qualified for the job with little to no training required.

The thought made the Princess worry got her dear Sigurd all the more.

He’d gone missing soon after they’d returned from the Duchy of Wessex a month ago.

Last she knew, he’d fallen I’ll and then just… disappeared.

Reports from that night told that there had been a dragon spotted above the castle.

Logic suggested that the dragon must have taken him.

But that couldn’t be right.

Sigurd was one of the best fighters in all the realm. It was why he was made the Princess’ personal guard.

She suspected there was more to that story, but she knew she couldn’t investigate or retrace her steps herself.

So… she’d have one of the newly-appointed knights look into it for her.

The letter she was currently working on was addressed to the man who had actually won the Autumn Games.

He seemed trustworthy.

A few minutes later, she’d finished writing her message for help, tucked into the center of the letter, rolled up and held together with a green ribbon.

Each of the letters had color-coded ribbons to indicate which was to go to who.

The others had yellow, red, blue and white ribbons.

She placed the quill back in the inkwell, causing the thick, black liquid within to slosh around inside the bottle a little.

After a moment, she picked up the bottle, a ginger caressing it’s side as she sighed sadly.

Holding it to her chest, she looked out the window at the jousting arena.

At least a dozen knights were out there, practicing their swordplay and horsemanship, their archery and martial arts techniques.

The Princess would often see Sigurd out there with them. She recognized a few faces, belonging to the captains of the King and Queen’s Guards and fellow knights that Sigurd seemed to get along with.

She wondered why they weren’t doing anything to look for their fellow knight.

They must think he’s as good ad dead, if he was taken by a dragon.

She refused to believe that.

With purpose, she strode out of her room, meeting Sigurd’s replacement at the door.

He had been his squire, a waifish boy with copper red hair and freckles and blue eyes.

Sigurd had taught him well, but he was still nervous around his charge.

Evident from the way the boy tensed up as she faced him.

“Oh, calm down. I’m not going to have you executed or anything.”

“R-right.” He laughed nervously. “A-anything you need, your highness?”

“Yes. Make sure these are delivered to the Champions. They contain the date and time for their accolade ceremony.”

“Oh! Of course, your highness!” He said, some of the nervous stutter leaving his voice.

“It’ll be good to have some new recruits. Especially ones as strong as them!”

He bowed respectfully.

“I’ll get these to a courier right away!”

With that, he turned and jogged down the hall.

Once he was out of sight, the Princess returned to her room, glass inkwell still in hand.

She sighed.

“Sigurd, my love… I do hope you return to me soon…”

If that foreign magic caster didn’t deliver… then she might have to do something drastic.

[emberglowfox]

honestly in retrospect, "i'll never make a webcomic, i'm not a comic guy" was a pretty bold claim from the guy who was basically raised on calvin and hobbes anthologies and a few different long-running hiveworks webcomics, and who's entire art style is, at its long-buried core, based on this one pokemon tf comic artist they accidentally found on deviantart at like age 10 and obsessed over for like 3 years

[atthebell]

there are plenty of other mcrp projects that i will enjoy in the future and many creators whose content i will adore but the big reason qsmp hit so hard for me was the multilingual aspect, and nothing else will really manage to capture that. even when more multilingual servers happen, they won't have the same spark that qsmp started with, the same insane passion and community and love, the same novelty. but i'm so proud of all the doors that qsmp opened and all the opportunities that will continue after it, and i hope that every single person who worked on it and every creator who was on it knows what an incredible thing they helped to create and what connections they managed to inspire.

[multifandomhoodies]

it's been more than three days since I've complained about this. I want a HOUUUSE. I'm not even grumpy or upset with anything rn I just want to live in a different house!!!

[hiraethwrote]

aight enough booping and gathering snacks for the weekend — last shift of the week tomorrow 🫡

[fictionadventurer]

I would like to publicly debate Mr. Andrew Peterson about his stance on endings please and thank you.

[nerice]

i can feel myself heal in real time and it's perhaps the wildest thing ive ever experienced

[biting-miguel-ohara]

this isnt really a request just thoughts cause im also obsessed with dog/wolf hybrid mutant reader fics and youve just got me thinking about hybrid!mutant!reader x logan and now all i can think about is him tugging your tail to get your attention and you hating it. or him scratching behind your ears or under your chin and you loving it. you trying to act annoyed at something he did but your tail failing you and wagging at him anyways or logan putting you on a leash in bed. many thoughts are forming in my head i just had to share. im having wolf/dog hybrid x logan brain rot.

AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!! Omg yes!

Please please please (you can totally say no though) let me write a few of these up into short fics! I’m getting ✨ideas✨

Especially about the leash one and the acting annoyed one. Like, omg

Like I said though, you can totally say no if you just wanna keep these as thoughts. Please send in another ask or whatever to let me know bc I really would like to use these as fic inspiration

(Also I feel you about the brain rot lol. I’m being consumed by hybrid!Reader thoughts)

[tigertaurus22]

During my latest writing club session, I didn’t get to share what I wrote, so I’m posting it here.

The prompt was use of Voice, like two different voices in the same piece

I just wrote two different characters talking to each other. For context, this would be part of A Kitsune in Camelot, a story I’m currently working on.

Constructive criticism is appreciated

The piece:

“Are you sure this a good idea?

The boy said, looking at his older brother with a raised eyebrow. The boy was seated on a hill overlooking a small valley.

“What if you get caught?”

“I won’t get caught.”

Hiroshi said, waving his hand dismissively as he grabbed the wooden bow.

“But how can you be sure?”

Kay pouted a little as he watched the kitsune get into position.

Their makeshift archery range was located not far from the walls separating the nearby city from the surrounding wilderness.

Amaryllis had set up several targets on a few trees, each a certain distance away from the other. She’d painted red rings on certain trees.

Hiroshi sighed, his tails swishing softly in the light breeze.

“Kay, you know how powerful I am. My illusions will be nigh impossible to see through at the tournament.”

Keeping his eyes on the target, Hiroshi lifted the bow and knocked an arrow.

“But you won’t use them to cheat?”

The arrow flew, hitting the closest target square in the center.

“No, I won’t.”

“Why? Seems like a waste.”

Hiroshi knocked another arrow.

“Because I’m not participating to win. If I did that intentionally, it wouldn’t be fair to everyone else. Besides…”

He aimed.

“It might tip someone off.”

The arrow hit the second closest target. Another bullseye.

“And I don’t want to put you or the others in unnecessary danger you can’t handle.”

“I can handle it!”

Kay exclaimed, puffing his chest and cheeks out. His elven ears dropping a little.

Hiroshi turned to face the young half-elf, his verdant gaze questioning and one hand on his hip.

“Oh, really? You can handle a whole army of heavily armed human soldiers and possibly some wizards, all on your own?”

“Yeah! After all we’ve done already? I mean, I saved Celia from that magic draining spell AND looked after Miss Bari like you asked me to.”

Hiroshi shook his head fondly.

“And you did so admirably, little brother. However, you didn’t need to use any real combat skills in those situations, did you? You relied more on your magic than physical fighting.”

Kay deflated.

“Well… no. But I could’ve!”

“Yes, you could have. But what would you have done exactly? Cast spell after spell, hoping one will do enough damage until you run out of magic power? Pick up a weapon you have no experience with, or is ill-sized for you?”

Hiroshi walked up to where Kay was sitting on the ground, his back to a tree.

The older half-elf placed a gentle hand on the younger’s shoulder.

The boy looked a little upset as he took in his words.

“You’re already very talented, Kay. You’re picking up magic so quickly, and you’re the best pickpocket I’ve ever seen.”

Kay smiled at the praise, but he still looked rather downcast.

Hiroshi breathed out his nose.

“Tell you what, when I’m done with archery practice for today, I’ll teach you and Kara some fighting techniques.”

The boy lit up at the prospect.

“Really? You’ll teach us to fight?”

“Only some basic self defense. But it’s better than nothing, right?”

Kay nodded vigorously.

“Yeah! Thank you, bro- I mean, sensei! I’m gonna go tell Kara!”

With that, the young half-elf excitedly got up and ran over to where the girls of the party were gathering herbs from the forest.

Hiroshi huffed as he stood back up, nine tails betraying the nervousness he felt.

“I’m glad he’s happy.”

He ran a hand through his greenish-black hair.

“I just hope they won’t need to use any self defense anytime soon.”

He turned and walked back to the archery range, knocking another arrow. He aimed, waited, and finally fired at the third target.

Another bullseye.

[emberglowfox]

Link for eye color. I looked it up after seeing your post idk if it's helpful for you too

https://www.warbyparker.com/learn/hazel-eyes

fascinating. mine aren't quite that green on the edges but the color split is also considerable

[transkingcobra]

I’ve a mighty need to dance with Wyll

[sparksconstruction]

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[penny-anna]

the Justice League's identities all get publically leaked but before the dust has settled someone on twitter is like 'OMG i can't believe you guys are actually buying this obviously fake leak. look at this 'Billy Batson' person's birthday, he would only have been 11 years old when Captain Marvel started operating? how are you people so dumb'

immediately throws the whole thing into doubt. everyone going over the other ID information looking for other potential discrepancies. 'they expect us to believe Superman is some journalist called Clark Kent? they don't even look alike' and 'look at this Hal Jordan guy next to Green Lantern their facial structures aren't the same at all' and 'this Diana Prince woman has NO web presence, I don't think she's a real person'

'Bruce Wayne? c'monn how stupid do these peple think we are' etc etc

someone brings up that Wally West is clearly too young to have been operating as the Flash the entire time but then people from Central City are like no no that one might be legit, it's common knowledge locally that there's been more than one Flash.

this sparks the idea that perhaps the original Captain Marvel died or retired and was replaced with a new guy at some point. another whole group of people now scrutinising images of him trying to identify when the '''''switch'''' happened.

someone doing a deep local newspaper archive sweep turns up a photo of CC Batson accompanying a story abt his archaeology work, everyone agrees that Captain Marvel has his exact face, takes 0.2 seconds to join the dots that he officially died not long before Captain Marvel first appeared and Billy is his son. 2 Captain Marvels theory, previously dismissed as nonsense by most reasonable people, now looking very plausible.

whatever group leaked the identities absolutely steaming bcos their data is good damn it, everything in there is 100% factually correct and no-one is buying it ):<

Justice League and associates (initially sweating) now just pouring fuel on the fire. Oracle has made dozens of sockpuppet accounts to spread chaos and discord. official Flash account insisting that actually everyone is mistaken and he's definitely 100% been one guy this whole time. Lois Lane on twitter like 'do you guys think I wouldn't know if my husband was Superman'.

absolute pandemonium.

[flameleads]

tag dump #4

[whenweallvote]

Ten years ago, 18-year-old Michael Brown was shot and killed by a police officer in Ferguson, Missouri.

His death immediately sparked unrest in the local community and protests soon spread to cities across the country surrounding one central message: Black Lives Matter.

Michael Brown should be turning 28 years old today. Happy heavenly birthday, king. 🕊️✊🏾