#tenacious-scripturient

[velvetinewitch]

tell us about other ocs from FaF!!

asdjask hi Tyler, thank you for seeing my rambling and asking haha

there’s a lot of ocs to talk about, because i wanted to make the magical school everyone goes to seem realistic in the way that there are tons of classmates… so um, here are my three hundred ocs, plus some extras. this got way longer than i expected lol

Pallet: her name is technically Penelope, but no one calls her that. she’s an artist, which means she can bring her art to life for a short period of time. she uses this skill to get revenge on the other art students who steal her brushes. she has a crush on the cute girl who works in the school gardens, but they’ve never actually done anything more than make eye contact. Pallet is also mute and uses ASL, although she also likes to mess with people by playing “living pictionary.”

Tinilia: Ara’s absolute best friend/vague crush. separate from Ara, she has braincells, but when you put the two together it’s just “wow i’m gay and want to commit arson with you.” Tinilia has a lot of nicknames… Tils, Tilly, Tinsel, etc. she’s pretty popular, probably because she’s such a generally funny person. however… she has a lot of secrets. the first one being, what exactly is her magic?? and why is she so friendly with that crow? she’s also… not having a fun time with all of these time resets.

Ella: the “mean girl” with a famous dad and a modelling career already set in action. her magic is makeup art and swimming- giving her water and shapeshifting-like powers. she hates Ara for seemingly no reason, but later they end up being amazing friends. their relationship development is my favorite thing. watching them go from disastrous rivals who hate each others guts to roommates who are disgustingly domestic and act like a couple is… fun. it sucks that it takes a tragedy to get them to bond, though.

Caden: one of the schools triplets (one of them is adopted but no one is allowed to mention it), Caden is possibly the most horrifying magic user. he’s a Nursing Gifted who spends a large amount of school time interning with the school nurse. he can speed up the rate someone’s wounds heal at the cost of his own energy. he can also slow your heartbeat, stop it, inflict wounds, transfer wounds from one person to another, or anything along these lines. luckily, he’s a pacifist. he’s also one of the three “parents” of their grade, a major Mom friend.

Maryline: she’s the one who gives Caden nightmares. we’re not… entirely sure what her Gift is, actually, we just know she can do things like float and pull really fun pranks. she’s… a cat-loving mischief-maker who skips class all of the time. ngl she’s a bit of a mystery, but she’s incredibly important for some of her secrets. such as- her relation to Ara, her source of magic, why she seems so nervous when everyone mentions the antagonist (although not for the reason you’d think), and what exactly a Keeper is. she also is one of the few who are aware of the time resets that Ara keeps doing, and she’s not thrilled- but she’ll never tell Ara that.

Rain: a musician! her violin, trumpet, piano, and vocal skills are formidable, and if she wants to she can use them like a siren would. she’s the second parent, the Dad friend, who’s incredibly exhausted but still manages to reign everyone else in. her best friend, Orange (no that’s not her actual name, she’s just a redhead who has a citrus allergy), has a very interesting character arc- she starts out very quiet and reclusive and ends up a major flirt who wrecks havoc everywhere. Orange is a painter, a photographer, and a theatre kid- she has magic with all three, which means she’s always falling asleep in class.

Bri: Asrian’s half-sister! she’s the school Mood Ring- her eyes change color depending on the emotions of the people around her. her magic is psychology, she’s a Counselling Gifted, which allows her to sense people’s emotions and understand why. she also, uh, bottles her own up. 

andddd some extra ocs, who aren’t students at their magic school:

Reve and Persephone: the last queens of the largest kingdom in Ancient Aromae. they were involved in a lot. long story short, Reve was a princess who went undercover during a war and ended up hiding in a captured kingdom with Persephone, an engineer/pilot who pretended to know her to protect her from authorities. after a very long adventure to win the war, the two got married, and…. well, i can’t reveal much, but they were involved in the end of Aromae. there was a reason that Aromae and Earth collided, forming Aromayan Earth and wiping everyone’s memories, making it seem like nothing had ever happened and that Earth still existed. 

Elena: majorcharactermajorcharactermajorcharacter- Elena is the High Goddess of Ancient Aromae. there were plenty of smaller gods and religions worshipping them, but Elena was in charge of overseeing everything. she’s also the woman who created my worlds version of soulmates- reincarnation had already existed, and she invented a way for relationships to grow strong enough that, while still breakable, they could transcend lifetimes. in the process, she took three souls and permanently made them soulmates, with no way for the bond to be broken. there’s a big reason for this! 

Raine: one of Rain’s past lives! they share a name, lmao. Raine is the Ancient Aromayan version of King Arthur- she was a queen who ruled over a great kingdom during a time where magic-users were prosecuted. she also incidentally fell in love with a witch, but that’s besides the point. the common time system in Ancient Aromae was centered around her- BC was “before coronation” and AD was “after Dolivaesal” (referring to her kingdom’s fall). the years of her reign (and the few years her daughter reigned) are called the Negative Years! imagine being so powerful they name time after you.

okay, i’m going to cut myself off before i go on too long. thank you sooo much for asking!

[quilloftheclouds]

I can't say exactly why, but I kinda associate you with tenacious-scripturient. Maybe it's also because I discovered their blog because you won this song giveaway? I hope my mind is not making this up now haha... but yeah :D

[Tell me what users you associate me with!]

Ahhh!! @tenacious-scripturient IS SO COOL.

Yes yes!! They wrote a song for Colin from OSS when I won one of their giveaway raffles, and I’m heckin’ just. Obsessed with it? THEIR SINGING AND COMPOSING SKILLS ARE WONDERFULLY FANTASTIC. I originally stumbled across Tyler’s blog after checking out who was to blame for the reams of likes that were filling my notes. akshadkljsdlgk I’M SO GLAD I DID BECAUSE TYLER IS AWESOME. The Eternity’s Magic is so marvelous and I love their descriptive writing style and how relatable and fun their characters are! Wyatt is my sunshine boy. >u

[qelizhus]

🎶?

send an 🎶 for a random playlist! 

Leader Countdown - Amber Run

Handmade Heaven - MARINA

Shelter - machineheart

If I Ain’t Got You - Alicia Keys

Cinnamon Girl - Lana Del Rey

Angel Said - Vinida, Jony J

Compass - Zella Day

Afterlife - XYLØ

Ta Reine - Angèle 

thank you for the ask!! i had fun making this, especially i was trying to keep a theme between the songs and make them fit one another (normally when i make my own playlists idc whether the songs fit after each other, lol), so hopefully it turned out well.

[tenacious-scripturient]

writeblr intro

hi! im tyler, a fifteen-year-old who's somewhat new to writeblr, but definitely not new to tumblr. being honest, ive been putting my intro off for a while, mainly because of my age. i don't want people to look down on me because im so young, and although i do know that im very inexperienced, i want to learn and grow as does everyone else.

anyway, as you can probably tell, i love writing. i mostly write fantasy and YA drama, and these are evident in my two current WIPs: Project: Easton and Novelist! im fairly new, so i only have a short wip page for project: easton, which ive been working on for half a year.

before joining writeblr, i was writing fanfiction on ao3 for about a year. then, i began to truly work on my idea, and here i am now! before that, i simply wrote whatever i felt, and have been interested in it since fourth grade.

outside of writing, i am just an introverted high school student who plays the guitar and ukulele, and occasionally writes his own songs :)

here, you can expect to find reblogs of writing advice, tagging games, updates on my WIPs, and more!

please reblog so i can find awesome writeblrs to interact with and befriend!!!

[akoumi]

5, 17, 44!

i’ll do these for isaac!

5. On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?

Lmao this is so random. Okay so Isaac always has the randomest shit in his pockets, so you’d probably find a lot of lint, loose change, candy wrappers from days ago. (He always forgets to throw them out.)

17. What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?

He had this stuffed bear as a child named Honey, gifted to him when he was born by his grandmother. When he was four, Honey got this huge rip down the middle of her stomach, but luckily his grandmother sewed her up. She had lost a lot of stuffing though, so now Honey is noticeably thinner. Isaac doesn’t quite play with her anymore, but she sits at the spot of honour on his library. 

44. How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?

Probably 4/10. He can say it, but it isn’t very believable - he won’t look you directly in the eyes, and he’ll always be fidgeting, if he doesn’t really mean it. But if you’re really close to him, then he’ll be okay with tossing out a couple “I love yous” here and there. But he doesn’t do it quite often. 

thanks for the ask

[inspirited-goddess]

thank you!

Finished draft round 4 of The Princess of Light!! Will be looking for betas for their thoughts ans opinions on the draft before the full revision soon :)

[semblanche]

won’t you share just one more dance with me tonight..... don’t you know i got dressed up with you in mind 🥺🥺

[pens-swords-stuff]

hey, undine! it's tyler :) (@tenacious-scripturient) i followed you because of all the incredible and vast writing advice you have, as well as your amazing writing! when i first started on writeblr, i saw your name popping up a lot, so i decided to check out your blog. so you were actually one of the first blogs i followed, i think. i also love how you do so much for the community, especially with the recent WIP Blind Date! anyway, congrats on 5K :D

Tyler!!!! This is so sweet, thank you so much!

You are literally one of the most talented, wonderful, supportive people on writeblr and this whole thing coming from you?? It’s a major compliment and I want to melt. You are so good at literally everything you do; your worldbuilding is everything, I can’t believe that such a talented writer is capable of creating wonderful music because it’s simply not fair for you to be so good at so many things, and you are so!! kind!! I really love you, and seeing you around is one of the highlights of being in this community. Thank you so much for everything you do!!!

4k / 5k Follower Celebration: Catching up on old milestone celebrations!

[velvetinewitch]

one of my favourite ship dynamics is loveable dork who's a jock / kinda emo nerd! idk how what the proper term is ("idiot x they're my idiot"?) but i'm using it in my new wip, atomic! tbh, it's as many "opposites attract" as i can possibly fit into one pairing lmao

oh i absolutely love this dynamic! opposites attract type pairings, especially dumbass jock / emo nerd- like pairings are honestly so much fun to write, right? i’d love to hear more about the wip and the relationship!

in Faye and Fate, there’s honestly quite a few background pairings like this, because i can’t help myself. writing about a school gave me way too much access to hundreds of ocs and pairings, so i can name at least 3, but the most obvious pairing is Chris and Damien. Chris is a very sweet jock who’s not the most academically talented, and Damien is a quiet, kind of emo artist who’s also interested in things like engineering. Damien actually tutors Chris a lot, they’re always around each other since they’re apart of three inseparable friends (the third being Paskal, who has an aesthetic board here). 

another dynamic that’s like this in Rain and Orange. when they’re younger, Orange, a photography/actress/painter is kind of very emo, and Rain, a musician, is quiet and withdrawn, but very compassionate (earning her the dad title at their school). Orange pines after her for a long time, since they’re childhood best friend. they actually start to figure out their relationship later in life, and Orange develops into a more loud and flirtatious type of person, while Rain still tiredly considers her to be a lovable idiot. i love their dynamic a lot ha

talk with me about your wips, pairings, ocs, a trope you love, anything!

[qelizhus]

4, 5, 6 for the song ask game?

thank you for the ask!

4 - Fallin (Temptation) by grandson

5 - Walk Away by Christina Aguilera

6 - Praying by Kesha

[velvetinewitch]

i got Wyatt and Aryia (took it twice to see heh) this is an awesome quiz, i love seeing your characters and what ones i'm more like!

so… i spent the last hour doing this.

i hope you guys enjoy?

[leave-her-a-tome]

You’re the only active writeblr for miles around! Know any good blogs to follow for wips to follow/writeblr community content?

Me?? I feel like I'm constantly on semi-hiatus bc of school but good to know I look active!

I actually made a list of most (but not all) writing blogs I follow.

Oh boi here we go:

@mayvinwrites @fusewrites @confunderewrites @nicholedean @christinawritesfiction @h-brook-writes @ginger-le-gay @justawritingaid @milkyway-writes @writinginslowmotion @michaelbjorkwrites @hannahs-creations @word-by-word @every-book-has-a-secret @alcego-writes @lordkingsmith @ajbrooks-writes @nkta-ink @pens-swords-stuff @writing-and-nutmeg @dqwrites @gingerly-writing @bexminx @crowandmoonwriting @etjwrites @thel3tterm @ofinscriptions @thewriteblrarchives @ren-c-leyn @kaatiba @ink-flavored @tenacious-scripturient @radley-writes @madammuffins @candy687 @woodhouse-jay @writing-in-the-grave @writinginrosecoloredglasses @quilloftheclouds @homesteadchronicles @m-l-rio @waterfallwritings @reininginthefirewriting @adenhamcreations @abalonetea @mvcreates @igotablankpage @katiehahnbooks @scottishhellhound @i-rove-rock-n-roll @maple-writes @bookenders @rosemarymilktea @paper-shield-and-wooden-sword @heywriters @reeseweston @caffeinewitchcraft @lady-redshield-writes @ariaste @dreamsofbooksandmonsters @writings-of-a-narwhal @dogwrites @scintillation-of-the-scribblers @jaywrites101 @vhum @pinespittinink @madmoonink @drowsy-quill @kit-tells-a-story @writingwithhotchocolate @elaynab-writing @esoteric-eclectic-eccentric @bookishdiplodocus @annelaurant @claudethecloudqueen @siarven @just-a-jumbled-writer @gottaenjoythelittlethingzz @brynwrites @ofvisitorsthefairest @wolvesofarcadia @crown-of-ice-and-broken-seaglass @thebloodstainedquill @kiramartinauthor @incandescent-creativity @inky-duchess @kalis-scribbles @supersaiyansadie @cryptids-and-starlight @no-url-ideas-tho @ratracechronicler @griffinwriting @romanthewriter @zwergis-spilledink @trying-vee @toboldlywrite @jaimistoryteller @yvesdot @mademoiselleink @shaelinwrites @albatris @maramahan @cogesque @raevenlywrites @writerofscribbles @infinitelyblankpage @silvertalonwriteblr @wordsnstuff @inkedinserendipity @writeblrconnections @elliewritesstories @fenrir-kin @theliteraryarchitect @roselinproductions @writerlydays @she-who-fights-and-writes @urrrrica @ocdevelopmentstuff @littlelovedsilverlining @howtofightwrite

@katekarl actually put together a Google sheet that has like 350 writeblrs with their wip information as well, so check that out!

As for wips, I love @radley-writes 's HENCH, @sunshineomeara 's The Last Hope of the Dead, @abalonetea 's Groundhog Day, @kaatiba ‘s Rivener, @i-rove-rock-n-roll ‘s Icarus, @etjwrites ‘s Thorunn, @dreamsofbooksandmonsters ‘s Crown of Vapor and Dust, and I’m currently reading @thatsmybluefondue ‘s finished wip: “It’s Not the Zombie Apocalypse”

Hope that helped!:)

[tenacious-scripturient]

OOH I LOVE THIS!! all the characters really feel alive and i'm in love with them already! and a villain turned hero character who dyes her hair pink with beets?? sign me UP lmao

A Comic Sans Presentation of JPtG by Me!!

I think this may be my like formal introduction for JPtG? Oops! It’s a little late, but it was still fun to make this!!! I hope yall like it!

My Taglist (let me know if you want to be added or removed): @abalonetea​ @writings-of-a-narwhal​, @cptcanteloupe​, @ofvisitorsthefairest​, @milkyway-writes​, @emma-blackthorn​, @kineildwicks, @quilloftheclouds​, @lostinthelibrarysworld​, @phahbiyah​

[septemberliterature]

𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 — character introduction

“alexander’s heart sunk. it was real. the day he thought would never come had come.”

basics: seventeen. questioning/bisexual. english. he/him

traits: curious. naive. emotional. scared of confrontation

“he gripped the sides of the porcelain sink and stared at his red, wet face. blood from his knuckles had been whipped across the side of his collared shirt.”

about him:

alexander wright is a sixth year at maple hill school of excellence. while mourning the death of the girl who was to be his girlfriend, he joins the school’s writing group in hopes of distracting himself. he’s close with his friends and would risk everything for them — this lands him into a compromising position when he discovers that the school’s writing group isn’t as innocent as he initially thought. 

“alexander dragged his hands through his white-blond hair, blood soaking into the front. he let out another gaspy-cry before a scream escaped him.”

wip introduction��

taglist: 

@tobeatragedy​ @vandorens​ @tenacious-scripturient​ @suninks​ @benitalefey​ @wildswrites​ @tarttisms​ @earmstrng​ @adelaroses​ @nefertiti-writes​ @saltycactiaesthetic​ @latrantem​ @flyingfalconflower12​ @inkingfireplace​ @straysvoices @hyperias @thepeninthestone​ @greekdemigod​ @writingbyjillian​

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[ren-c-leyn]

Follower Celebration Story: The Last Masquerade

 As promised, here is the short story crafted from the words I received during the submission phase of this celebration. Here is the list of words I received:

Vermillion, blithesome, crowkeeper, whiffle, importunate, burgundy, pearlescent, ingot, bellow, labyrinthine, turquoise x 2, decadent, chair, makeshift, magnet, tug, masquerade, green, soft, couch, snuggle, chocolate, crimson, unsightly, envy, apprehended, and thwart.

 Special thanks to @hyba, @whynotwriting, @writer-candy, @anonymouskudoswriteblr, @ashen-crest, and @starry-sky-stuff for submitting these words.

 This was a particularly fun one to piece together, and it came together rather quickly after looking the submissions over.

Warnings: There is mention of people drinking wine, a strained family dynamic, but beyond that, I can’t really think of anything to worry about with this one. No one dies, no violence, ect.

 Truth be told, I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to come. Nothing in the world could have made me accept that invitation, except I didn’t have a choice. Events had aligned perfectly to thwart my plans to stay in the safety and comfort of my own home. Instead, I would be attending that party: a masquerade, yet another poorly masked, importunate attempt to match me again.

 I shifted uncomfortably in the carriage, it felt as though an iron ingot had settled in my stomach. The rain fell a little faster, tapping impatiently as the wind began to whiffle past the windows. I stared out at the grounds of my aunt’s manor, the weather matching my gloom. No doubt they’d expect me to be bubbly and blithesome. As happy and charismatic as the turquoise mask long abandoned in the seat beside me.

 The carriage rolled past Sam, the ancient crowkeeper. He stared back at me with dead eyes from beneath his makeshift hat as he continued to walk. Sometimes I wondered if he wasn’t a ghost or a ghoul, some creature of the night that still haunts the grounds. Certainly fit the role....

 The carriage slowed, rounding the loop around the grand fountain before finally coming to a stop before the doors. I sighed, reaching for the mask. With a tug, I had it snugly secured. The door swung open and I was escorted to the double doors.

 The greeting hall was as tacky as I remembered. The burgundy couch, the gold framed paintings, the dark wood floors with the pearlescent vase with wilting flowers trapped within it.... I swear, nothing ever changes.

 Willow greeted me in her cheerful manner, chattering excitedly as we stepped into the dark green room from which the rest of the labyrinthine house branched off. She started talking about the flower gardens as we turned to the right. She had just gotten to how the roses were blooming late when we reached the end of the long hallway that led to the ballroom.

 “Well, time to announce you.”

 No, I wanted to protest. I desperately wanted to hear about the roses and lilies and anything and everything she wanted to talk about. Anything to keep those doors from opening. I tried to open my mouth, but my lips wouldn’t part, it felt as though a magnet were keeping them together.

 She pushed the doors open and announced my name in what might as well have been a bellow. I did my best not to flinch, to cringe, to make an unsightly scene of this. It was hard, though. It was so frustratingly difficult to hold my head up and step forward with confidence into the decadent room that smelled thickly of fine wines and expensive chocolates.

 A new servant passed by me with a tray of wines. I grabbed a random glass filled with vermilion and wove carefully through the crowd to get to the edge. It took a moment but I found an unoccupied chair to snuggle into and pretend I wasn’t there in. Unfortunately, the rest of the party had no intentions of playing along with me. Least of all my Aunt.

 She pranced over to me, her long crimson dress fluttering around her wispy form. If Sam is a ghost, then she’s a vampire. Constantly sucking the life out of me....

 “So good of you to come, Erin, darling. Did you have a safe trip?”

 I glanced down to the long ignored hound trailing behind her with envy. Oh to be a soft dog that she didn’t even realize was right behind her.... Better yet, to be at home with her no where in sight. What I wouldn’t give....

 I tapped my turquoise mask, an idea forming in my mind. She wouldn’t want me in sight, if being in sight hurt her reputation. A smile slowly spread across my face as I spun the tale in my mind. It didn’t really happen, but it didn’t really matter if it did. Just the rumor of scandal would be enough, and if it wasn’t, my dear friend the Duke would probably get a good laugh out of helping me convince everyone that it was. He had always loved a good joke.

 I rose my voice a little as I answered. Not loud enough to be awkward or considered rude, but enough that the people around us could hear my tall tale.

 “Well... it would have been, had I not been apprehended by the duke’s men. As it turns out, one does not defile his favorite statue and dress it in his bed clothes without receiving at least a slap on the wrist, even if they are a childhood friend.” I paused, a fairly weak scandal as far as they went. It only took a moment to come up with a statement both ambiguous and damning enough to really cause a stir. “I don’t think his wife was pleased with how I got said bed clothes. Which, thinking about it, might be the real reason I got that day in the dungeons and was suddenly released and immediately escorted out.”

 Well, that did it. She looked utterly horrified, a gentleman to the left nearly choked on his white wine, and I heard an older lady to my left gasp while the young woman next to her started giggling. This so called news was going to spread like a wildfire.... I made sure to note that apologies were in order the next time I saw Lorraine and James. Surely they’d understand.... Surely they would.

 It was the first party where she didn’t complain when I left early. The first time I had come to her manor and not been guilted and browbeaten into staying the night. The first time since I came in age that eligible bachelors and ladies hadn’t been thrown in front of me the entire time I was desperately clinging to my goblet of wine, searching for a graceful way out.

 It was also the first time I had seen Sam smile. He took off his hat as I walked out to the carriage, a grin plastered across his weathered face. I grinned back at him and bowed before closing the door behind me.

 It was probably going to be my last masquerade, but it was the first time I was coming home from this wretched place happy.

~

Short story taglist: (feel free to ask to be added or removed)

 @nemowritesstuff ,  @likelyfantasywriterspsychic, @kaylewiswrites,  @tenacious-scripturient​, @ofinkblotsandscript,  @mischiefiswritten,   @kespada, @inspiring-prompts, @greenwood-writes, @elkatheinkstained, @n1ghtcrwler, @writingiswilde,  @say-no-to-negativity,   @wordshavings  

[velvetinewitch]

before the beginning?

never said how far before, so i went back to the beginning of time for Painted Cards! thank you for the ask!

The first people are made from dirt. 

The goddess loves them for it. She loves how funny they are when they walk, stumbling around on two legs, with senses that let them poke at the planet they’ve just been introduced to. They’re each unique. Two boys, a girl, and one who identifies as neither (although time will forget this, to her chagrin). One cannot speak, and gestures with their hands. Another is missing an arm, and his heart doesn’t fully cooperate with his body, but he is still her creation. 

She loves them.

Requests are all fulfilled; the boy asks for more beauty, and so she makes him so many different flowers that he can see a new one each day. The girl asks for more foods, and so she is given a million different flavors. Spicy herbs and sharply sweet fruits, some in the grasses, other hanging from branches, or grown from flowers. More wildlife, lesser than the humans, but all different. The one who lacks a voice is afraid of the dark, and so she gives them stars. They map out constellations in the sand, take the charcoal she makes them and draws upon rock surfaces.

The goddess makes more of them, to keep each other company. The soil is never the same- sometimes, it is a paler sand that creates their skin, or a dark bedrock. Some people are built from a crystalline snow, made when she messes with temperature and water. Over time, they come to develop interesting civilizations, with different ways of speaking. Art, paintings made from snail shells or flower petals, clothes from the skin of her creatures. Different cultures, different ways of loving and hating, ways of managing money, of singing and dancing. 

But, to her displeasure, the goddess cannot be among them. She can make them things from a distance, answer wishes, speak in their minds, but she cannot walk through their homes and smile upon the places they have built. Her body is made of a light too bright and warm for mortals to look upon without burning. When she does travel to their lands, her footsteps leave burns upon the floor. 

And so the goddess turns to the first four she had made, and although they are long gone, she finds their reincarnations. They make a deal- in exchange for tasks she gives them, the goddess will reveal their future in the form of tarot. She writes every message on their body, draws out cards that she thinks fit them, narrates their future or person, a piece of advice. And in exchange, they start her wars, set her fires, save her princes, mold her history. Every life, it will be so. 

Her champions listen, until the day comes where she makes a fatal mistake.

ask me one! make me interact with my wips!