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Incorrect Quotes Tag [ 02 ]

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Thank you to @blind-the-winds for leaving the tag! You can find their response right here!

Rules: use this generator and fill in your characters!

Tagging: @enchanted-lightning-aes | @did-i-do-this-write | @brb-writing | @andromedaexists | @unmellowyellowfellow

Ten Quotes of The Vagabond Child

The Man: All in all, a 100% successful trip. The Child: But we lost The Stranger. The Man: All in all, a 100% successful trip!

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The Child, at the slightest provocation: I came into this earth screaming and covered in someone else's blood and and I'm not afraid to leave the same way.

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The Stranger: This should be illegal! The Child: It is.

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The Stranger: Are you sure The Child’s going to be able to handle that IKEA furniture? They’re not very good with technical stuff… The Man: Why are you worried? IKEA was never complicated; these days, it’s even easier! Everything’s color coded, numbered, and there’s even an assembly robot option to make it even easier for The Child, which we’ve obviously opted in for. All they need to do is press the clearly labeled ON button, scan the QR code on the front of the box, and it’ll take care of the rest. Even a monkey could do it! [ The Man’s phone rings ] The Child: Hey, so I’m at Lowes… The Stranger: … The Stranger: I should have gone with the monkey.

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The Man: Surgery is basically just stabbing someone to life. The Stranger: Please never become a surgeon.

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The Man: My expectations are low, but they can always go lower.

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[ The Squad is on a hike ] The Stranger: It’s beautiful out here. The Child: And quiet. The Stranger: Too quiet. The Child: Did we lose someone? [ cut to The Man with a bear in a headlock ]

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The Child: Snow got me feeling some type of way. The Man: That's hypothermia. The Child: Damn, the paramedics told me it was the magic of Christmas.

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[ The Child is shopping with The Man ] The Child: Can I get a silenced pistol? The Man: If there’s one on sale.

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The Child: How does one turn their emotions off? The Stranger: Okay, so first go to settings. The Stranger: I'm a fucking idiot, I thought that said emojis at first. The Child: No, I'm still willing to try this, go ahead. I'm at settings, what do I do next?

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rb to plug your WIP intros if you want, I'd like to see them and like/rb

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Heads Up, Seven Up [ 11 ]

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This is take two of the neat little pile of tag games from a single person, bc our brains said that this is the perfect way of answering these things!

Thanks to the wonderful @fearofahumanplanet for tagging us! You can find its response right here! :D

Rules: Post 7 lines (or paragraphs, or whatever!) of your WIP, then tag 7 people!

Tagging with no pressure: @albatris | @brideofkylosolo | @druidx | @dragon-swords-prophecies | @did-i-do-this-write | @eli-writes-sometimes

Snippet from The Vagabond Child

The Man knows an Omen when he sees one.

They had cursed his existence before the fall of the World; they had scattered with the wreckage of the Moon. The omens of their destruction were always there, whispering with a clarity that he had never known to be anything but terrible news.

He can see it now, the whispers falling the presence of a Stranger, the Being slowly following the steps of the Child and the Dog.

He stands tall, giving himself his full height and gives a soft grunt that ends in a growl. It makes the group stop for a moment; the Child blinks at the noise, only knowing it for when he drove off threats or dissuaded interest in her or the Dog. The animal seems to know his intention; they grab the Child by the shirt, pulling her away from the Stranger and towards him, even though she makes a noise.

The Stranger simply stands, instantly wiggles his hand from the Child’s grip and motions her onward. He barely glances at the exchange, instead giving his full focus to the Being and his actions. He keeps himself relaxed, but he does give them more space, stepping back with his head down for a moment before he lifts his hands in soft surrender and opens his mouth.

The words that hit the air are more alien than anything else. The Man gives him an unimpressed frown, barely hearing the noises, much less understanding them. The Being seems to catch on too quickly for his liking; they immediately switch gears, showing their peace with open hands and a soft bow.

He hates how peaceable they are; he was more accustomed to aggression and suspicion. He almost ignored it - never had a Being who looked more stable than the World itself been anything but bad - but he doesn’t get that far. The Child makes her own noise, disapproval sitting in her throat and he scowls as she plants herself between them.

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The Not Yet Abandoned Works [ 05 ]

welcome to a page of our Amalgamations,

Photo by Isaac Mehegan on Unsplash

Introducing The Vagabond Child

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Original Work, Series of Short Stories Dystopian, Apocalyptic Aftermath, Survival Third Person Present Tense No Major Mature Content

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First Draft, Revising and Editing Second Draft, Worldbuilding and Outlining Scene Drafting

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It had been a while since the Incident. Not many people came by anymore, no one daring to venture into the wilderness that had taken over their utopia. Those who did manage to get out of the beds and away from their homes were Scavengers, ghosts in search of the glory of the Old Days.

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Links To Be Added/Updated:

Original Works Masterlist | WIP Page | Writing Tag

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Last Lines [ 16 ]

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Alright, we are ending the night on a high note on another pull from the Hoard of Drafts, and gods, did we have fun just going through one person's tags just bc we love and hoard the Tag Games like a tiny gremlin Dragon. (⁎⚈᷀᷁▿⚈᷀᷁⁎)

Thanks to the wonderful @fearofahumanplanet for tagging us! You can find its response right here! :D

Rules: Share the last line of your work in progress, then tag as many people as there are words in it.

Tagging with no pressure [ and once again ignoring the amount of people we have to tag bc like... no. ]: @faithfire | @poetinprose | @astorythatwritesitself | @verba-writing | @hallwriteblr

The Vagabond Child

He almost can ignore the two of them, almost drowns out their noises for favor of keeping himself ready for action if anyone unsavory comes.

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hello and how are you?

Oh the gods, this one seems like sooo much fun! Thank you for tagging our Main, @bardic-tales! We will be replying on our Writeblr, just so everything can be kept together! c:

Happy Tunesday! All three of these were very interesting to get into!

Who Wants To Live Forever So oddly, this one reminds us a lot of Jeremiah and Marathon Runners. He is very much a child who could live forever; things are shifting in their World and Jeremiah is lucky to be within the higher classes. So if he kept quiet, stayed down, and let the waves of despair over and around him, he could live his peaceful forever. But he obviously chooses not to. And not sure why, but the chorus definitely just feels like him shouting into the abyss bc who wants to live forever if it is a meaningless one?

Skyfall This one is a thousand percent Grayland and Molly, especially within Grayland's Shadow. We think it is more on Molly's shoulders, this song, just from the lyrics and the feel and the soft desperation there. She definitely would do more than anything to keep her Connection with Grayland, even though he is ultimately dragging both of them into Insanity.

Dreamer The vibes for this is definitely something for the Vagabond, and the Man in the story in particular. He definitely is just... the song, the words, everything about this. He has seen the rise and fall of his World, and probably still wishes for something to be done for it, even though he also has resigned himself to the reality of the ending of it as well.

We don't have a taglist or anything like that, but we would love to hear from others if anyone wants to jump on board! So definitely an open tag, for everyone to join in. ^-^

Happy Tunesday 🎶

Rules: Describe what WIP daydreams or character stuff these songs remind you of

Today we’re going with some songs from my Jason and Will playlist because it’s a somber kind of morning right now

Tagging: @bloodlessheirbyjacques @magefaery @kashacreates @sergeantnarwhalwrites @whimsyqueen @tryingtimi and whoever wants to join ☺️

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Storyteller Saturday!

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Happy Storyteller Saturday Everyone! c:

We are always open to asks, and want to just give everyone a small post, if you want to ask about any of our WIPs! We have five main ones, that are more vibrant than the others, and we have a whole World that gives us more trouble and whump than anything else! Or feel free to ask general questions! [^o^]/

The Main WIPs!

Grayland's Shadow

The Plague Begins With Me

Marathon Runners

Mitch's Journals

The Vagabond Child

The Rapunzel Witch

The List of Other Works

The Worlds! (more to be added)

Navamora, the World of Witches

The Characters! (more to be added)

The Immortal Neal Anderson

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Heads Up, Seven Up pt.8

Thank you to the lovely and wonderful fearofahumanplanet for tagging us in the hybrid of Head Up, Last Lines! We will be doing Heads Up for this one; sorry it took a bit to get to!

Check out its response here! c:

Rules: Post 7 lines (or paragraphs, or whatever!) of your WIP, then tag 7 people!

Tag Games Content List (ask to be added or removed) | @andromedatalksaboutstuff | @bardic-tales | @fearofahumanplanet |@lockejhaven | @midnight-and-his-melodiverse | @perasperaadastrawriting | @sehnxsucht | @writingpotato07 |

We will be doing this for The Vagabond Child!

The Ignorant finds them unexpectedly.

Everything is normal, the child wandering with her dog as he gather more materials for their tiny but secret project. He keeps himself quiet, taking in every noise and bark that rises, close enough to give him time to react, but not hovering and causing chaos.

He smiles as he hears a laugh, shakes his head a little and digs deeper into the trash.

And then she screams.

It takes only a second. His body is moving before his brain. It locks onto her voice, body scrambling towards her. The dog’s barks are vicious, sharp and angry and then muffled.

He gets a few feet away, blanches at the sight.

A Lost, a crazed, is fighting with the dog. The girl is scrambling back, throat clutched and that is all he needs before he goes for them.

Softly Tagging (taking from these Masterlists to spread the love!) | @amapofyourstars | @livvywrites | @muddshadow | @andromeda-rising-897 | @bookish-galaxy | @laufire-writes | @writingbyricochet |

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Three Images pt.2

Thank you to the lovely lockejhaven for giving us the soft tag, we love this one, and the photos and everything! :D

Check out their response here!

Rules: Find 3 photos/images (they can be anything at all, memes, vintage photographs, quotes, anything) that you feel describes your WIP.

Tag Games Content List (ask to be added or removed) | @andromedatalksaboutstuff | @bardic-tales | @lockejhaven | @midnight-and-his-melodiverse | @perasperaadastrawriting | @sehnxsucht | @writingpotato07 |

We will be doing this one for The Vagabond Child! This one is probably the least talked about so far, but we do adore it, so tiem to give it some love.

Softly Tagging (taking names from this Masterlist to spread the love!) | @sleepyowlwrites | @lanawritesalittle | @splashinkling

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Happy (late) Storyteller Saturday! I dare you to share an unseen-before scene from a WIP you're currently writing...

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Ohoho, someone is searching for gold, we see! (´꒳`∗)

Well well, our darling anon, you have come to right place (almost written as "write place" which, in all honesty, might have been so clever, but we have fixed it, wrote it, and can no longer be witty, the gods forgive us) and when shall we ever NOT indulge in this desire for writings?? (☆▽☆)

So, for you, our darling anon, here are writes that do no belong anywhere yet! This is from The Vagabond Child!

Adding the Content Tag List (ask to be added or removed) @lockejhaven, @midnights-melodiverse, @jessica-writes22, @bardic-tales

May The Words Delight You!

She finds a creature.

He stares at her, mild disbelief flitting through his features before he reigns himself. He looks her over, mud and grass staining both her skin and clothes, a small stench of stale water and worse things lifting from her person. He stares at her hands. Just as small, and just as dirty, a dog stares at him with more awareness than he would like. She always had a way of attracting Life. The Beings of the World seem to just cling to her, without hesitation, and she seems always content to cling right back. Their house is already brimming with plants, and random bugs, but this is something entirely different. He looks the mutt over, sees nothing but grime and the child's grip on them is tight and unrelenting. Even the dog seems content with their fate; they lay limp in her arms, small pants barely escaping as they look around. He focuses on her instead, sees fiery defiance in her eyes and intense boldness in her tense frame. He knows she is more than capable of fighting him for what she has found. He frowns, narrows his eyes as he tries to debate whether or not the scuffle would be worth it. Shuffling drags his eyes away, and he growls a little as he sees more Scrappers coming. He glances back at her, sees her attention snap right back to him as she gives him a firm shake of her head, stepping back while clutching the dog a little tighter. Normally, he would just wrestle the thing out of her hands and toss it, but the thought of what the Scrappers would do with fresh meat makes him hesitate. He looks at her again, and the silent argument she gives is something he wishes she had grown out of. He sighs, a hand going through his hair before he deflates. He jabs a finger at their wagon and she doesn't give him a chance to reconsider. She races to it, taking only a few seconds before she settles in her spot inside it, the dog immediately settling in her lap. He shakes his head, going back to scavenging as he debates their new creature.

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Heads Up, Seven Up pt.5

Thank you the wonderful @kyofsonder for tagging us in this game! We are sorry to be doing these so late, but thanks for the patience and all, we are getting through things!

Check out his response here! c:

Rules: Post 7 lines (or paragraphs, or whatever!) of your WIP, then tag 7 people!

Tag Games Content List (ask to be added or removed) and consider yourselves all softly tagged! :D | @andromedatalksaboutstuff | @bardic-tales | @lockejhaven | @midnight-and-his-melodiverse | @perasperaadastrawriting | @sehnxsucht | @writingpotato07 |

We will be taking this from our work, The Vagabond Child!

It had been a while since the Incident.

Not many people came by anymore, no one daring to venture into the wilderness that had taken over their utopia.

Those who did manage to get out of the beds and away from their homes were Scavengers, ghosts in search of the glory of the Old Days.

He didn’t like scavenging, not as much as some of the others though he could be found out and about, avoiding the others as he searched the new world.

That’s when he found it.

A tiny skeleton of a child, something that looked so out of place, he had assumed it was a Phantom.

But Phantoms don’t sit in sunlight and they definitely do not breathe in the frigid air with small puffs of pain.

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The Not Yet Abandoned Works pt.5

Photo by Isaac Mehegan on Unsplash

welcome to the pages of our Creation

Introducing the Vagabond Child,

Initial Concept:

It had been a while since the Incident. Not many people came by anymore, no one daring to venture into the wilderness that had taken over their utopia. Those who did manage to get out of the beds and away from their homes were Scavengers, ghosts in search of the glory of the Old Days. ~ dystopian, survival, speculative fiction, low fantasy ~ third person, present tense ~ environmental devastation, hopeless future, strangers to guardian/charge, hope in the hopeless, found family

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World:

Kliomela, the World of the Broken Moon Ravaged by environmental disaster and Humanity's destruction, Kliomela is a dying World full of the devastated Lands and people. Most await the end of the Worlds, when finality comes, and others seeming scavenge, looking for the memories of the times before the World was destroyed. Trogas, the Scavenger's Fields The graveyard of what was once Humanity's domain, Trogas is the personification of their destruction. Holding most of the Lands hostage under the trash piles of forsaken History, it is known as the Scavenger's Fields. Many people dig through the ruins, hoping to find something to take with them to the grave.

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Magicks:

The Knowledge of the Observers: Created by the Three themselves and blessed by Time, the Observers hold the Knowledge of the Worlds within their mind. Having the ability to note every whisper of Beings and Beast, they hold Knowledge without spoken thought. The Tenderness of the Herbalists: Blessed by the Ancients and given the Nature, Herbalists hold the abilities to manipulate the Lands. Holding a Connection to Nature that most cannot replicate, they give themselves to the plants and animals and bodies and Worlds.

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Societies:

The Scavengers: Those who hold nothing but quiet resignation in the ending of their World, the Scavengers are those who simply wander through the fields, collecting relics and surviving until they expire. The Lost: Nothing more than breathing corpses, the Lost are those who were destroyed along with the World. Either abandoning the World for the fantasies of their minds, or lost when the World ended, the Lost hold nothing in reality. The Ignorant: Ignoring the Realities of the World and pretending the past is now, the Ignorant show the delusional foolish endeavors of those who hold nothing but their memories and the forsaken Histories.

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Characters:

The Man: World worn and forfeiting the hope of better days and Salvation, the Man is a Scavenger who simply wanders through the days, awaiting the end that will come either from his body or the World. The Child: Found and rescued by The Man and given new meaning as a Scavenger, the Child is silent and observing. More than intelligent and with something greater than the need or the desire to survive, she holds a light inside her that not even the dying World would be able to extinguish.

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Status:

Currently scene drafting and figuring out how the story will be told. Everything is leaning towards it being shorter scenes and little drabbles, more in a timeline order but being able to stand alone by themselves.

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Snippet:

Small tears, barely there, start to stream down her face, puddling near her ears as her breathing slowly begins to hitch. He hands grip the blanket tighter and even her body seems to start to curl in. Nightmares, or memories, neither too good by the looks of it. He waits for a minute, before he moves. He wipes away the tears, moves a gentle hand across her face before settling it on her head and patting it gently. A few more hiccups escape before the child calms, before her body relaxes, before the only sounds is a soft rustling as he runs a hand over her hair. He stops only after her face smooths out completely, only after the last of the nightmares leave and her tears finally recede. He sighs, gives her one more look before laying down himself, his back touching the hard mattress and his eyes catching the night sky. The stars don’t shine anymore, they simply glow, small dots of a past long abandoned. The moon, hovering close and breaking apart, glows a dull hue, no longer able to shine like it once did. But he doesn’t mind, not when the child moves, unconscious desire pulling her closer to him where she settles, small hands gripping him instead of the blankets. He sleeps, huddles close to the child, waits for a day that may not come.

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Relationships History pt.1

Thank you to the wonderful perasperaadastrawriting for tagging us! This is such an interesting thought for the Stories and Tag Games, so we are all for this, even though some of you might be disappointed in some of the singles.

Check out her response here!

Rules: briefly (or not) describe what kinds of intimate relationships (platonic, romantic, sexual, or otherwise) your MCs have had PRIOR TO THE BOOK STARTING. Have they had their hearts ripped out before jumping into your fluffy romance? Are they aro/ace and have never been in a long-term relationship before?

Tag Games Content List (ask to be added or removed) save Leia, consider yourselves all softly tagged, if you want to join in! | @andromedatalksaboutstuff | @bardic-tales | @lockejhaven | @midnight-and-his-melodiverse | @perasperaadastrawriting | @sehnxsucht | @writingpotato07 |

As per the guidance of a six-sided die, we will be going with The Vagabond Child for this one! Which is not as fun, since there aren't a lot of characters, but we are giving love to everyone, if we can.

The Man: He had a whole Family at one point. Once the World began its descent into Oblivion, they all tried to run to avoid the inevitable, leaving the man with only his partner. They did not make it long after, and the Man was left alone after that. Until the book, when he finally comes across the girl.

The Child: She didn't have anyone before the Man. With the beginning of the book, comes the beginning of her connections, and the Man is the first one to give her that.

The Stranger: He holds a relationship before the beginning of the book, and is happy to still hold onto it throughout. It is not a major detail, but he holds onto his hope bc of his Beloved.

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☕, 🧥, and 🌙 from the autumn-themed ask game, pls? :3 - 🔮⛈️

hello and how are you?

Thank you so much for stopping by, our beloved Enchant! Sorry we took a bit to get to this, our focus and energy has been all over the place! But we are here now, and very excited for these questions! :D

The Ask Game In Question! c:

Fair Warning: It is a long post, bc there is a snippet included, so we are putting it under a Keep Reading, just so the post isn't long for no reason! ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ

☕ Coffee or Tea: Describe your OC’s favorite place to relax.

Since we know you adore a few characters in particular, we will definitely focus on them, for you! So we will be doing Neal Anderson, The Rapunzel Witch, and the Beloved Bartlebee! :D

~ Neal's favorite place to relax would have to be on the balconies of his room! They hold a bunch of his plants, and lead the way to the Trees of Tempkinhand, and also hold the gentle whispers of his beautiful wind chimes. It is one of his favorite places to go when he can't sleep or think, and he adores just sitting out there with his Bond, away from the stress of running the country.

~ The Rapunzel Witch adores the stream that entangles itself around the Witch's Tower. It is clear and shimmering and filled with gentle fish, growing frogs, and brings forth all of the affinities of his Magicks. He loves just sitting on the edge of the stream on a perfectly sunny day, letting his feet dip into it an just immerse himself in the World around him. It is quiet and gentle and filled to the brim with the Life that he never takes for granted.

~ The Beloved Bartlebee enjoys the quiet peace of the Libraries. He holds a favorite spot in the Castle's, where he can sit under a window that holds a clear view into the Forests, and skies and it slanted so he can easily look up. He especially enjoys rainy days, bc the Worlds seem so much closer when the only thing holding Nature back is a pane of glass and a small and loose latch.

🧥 Warm Coat: Share a happy or fuzzy scene from your wip!

Okay okay, we do not have a lot of scenes that are happy and fuzzy without giving things away, so we present you with a soft, little scene from The Vagabond Child! c:

The child’s joy fills their home after that.

The dog, content enough to not eat anymore of the vegetables, follows her as she sets up a sleeping spot big enough for the both of them. He watches them go around and collect soft things and make a pile of it. It is slightly amusing, considering that she had never bothered with comfort while sleeping. He shakes his head softly, stands and walks to grab some more blankets for the duo. When their fort is done, the girl and the dog immediately settle in, bodies shifting until both of them are comfortable. The man turns off the candles, making the preparations for the night, and checking the moon before he goes to settle in his normal sleeping spot. A small noise makes him turn to the pile. The girl gives him a frown, her hand calling him over as she pats a spot next to her, the opposite side of the mutt. He lifts a brow, glances at the dog who shifts over and wags his tail in slight agreement. The girl pats the blankets harder, her face forming a frown that he knows all too well. He sighs, getting up from his spot and moving to the pile of soft items. The girl immediately settles again, body squishing into him. It is slightly surprising and he freezes for a minute as she buries herself into his chest. He waits for a beat, mind slowly processing the moment before he notes her settling, a sigh rolling against his shirt and warming it. He blinks, glances back at the mutt who huffs and turns away from him, maybe in slight jealousy. He settles stiffly, one hand going under his head as the other falls over her. He looks up at the moon, the waxing light giving enough glow to cast soft shadows all around them.

The night calls him more gently, the drag being barely noticeable as he settles more securely against her, bodies more warm and content with the bodies close, and the new addition.

🌙 Moon: Do any of your OCs have dark backstories or secrets they’re trying to keep?

Absolutely! We think it is three for three with the OCs that we are focusing on with this ask, though all three are more background secrets instead of things that are plot related.

~ Neal holds the secret of his first Bond, and his trauma. It is very briefly thought through in some old RPs with him and his new Bond, but nothing is truly delved into for it is a history that Mitch does not enjoy bringing back to the surface of the present.

~ The Rapunzel Witch's entire history is spotted with dark secrets and even darker backstories. He holds the reason for his title, and the new myths that entangle the Forests in fear and paranoia. And his backstory is a little somber and whispering in darker intentions; there is a reason he is known as the Rapunzel Witch.

~ The Beloved Bartlebee holds a dark backstory, though it does help with his purpose within the story. He knows the devastation that is the Monsters known as Witches. He is very aware of their despair, and has been a Witch killer before.

This Ask Led To A 100 Word Drabble! (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑

Into The Word Box: 13,770

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HAPPY WBW!

I am curious, is there any aspect that's special abiut any world, its people, nature or hierarchy?

hello and how are you?

Happy Worldbuilding Wednesday, lovely Leia and welcome back! We are happy to here from you twice today! (≧∇≦*) (❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ*

We will be focusing on our WIP, The Vagabond Child, for this one! c:

Is there any aspect that's special about any world, its people, nature or hierarchy?

More having to do with the style of the story, but definitely integrated into the World itself, but speech and voices and speaking is no longer a part of the lives of those living in Kliomela. Many of the older people have taken on the silence of the dead World, and slowly but surely, voices and noises of the World slowly began to die out! That would be reflected in the fact that this book is written with no dialogue! We kind of started this out on a whim, but it slowly grew into it's own aspect of the both the book and lives of the people within in. There are some who can speak, and honestly, there might be a scene that holds the only verbally spoken words in the entire book, but for now, there are no words, no voice. But, there is definitely still vibrancy in the silence of the characters.

This Ask Led To 125 Words! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و

Into The Word Box: 3,316

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happy blorbo blursday, rune! so, what dynamic between any ocs play an important part of any story of yours? sending good ~~vibes~~ your way! - 🔮⛈ (@enchanted-lightning-aes)

hello and how are you?

Happy Late Blorbo Blursday Enchant! We are finally getting to your ask; sorry for keeping you waiting!

We will be focusing on The Vagabond Child for this one, since this is definitely a major thought for this story, and the characters within it!

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The biggest dynamic between characters in The Vagabond Child is that whole, "Older Being went and accidentally ended up adopting a tiny child who has needs and desires and it literally changes them from ABC to XYZ."

This is shown between our two MCs, the Man and the Child! And even though the Man is the center of attention, you can slowly see how a lot of his thoughts, actions, considerations, and processes shift from just waiting for his end to trying to push the Child forward into the impossible future. His thinking even shifts when he considers himself, and others, and you can slowly see how this one child changes the Man more than anything else that happens in the story. And by changing him, it changes the story itself, along with the outcomes that slowly come from the actions and decisions the Man slowly makes!

We really wanted to focus on this dynamic, and how it can change a person, even if it is just a slow and soft change that no one faults the Man for, nor does anyone put a giant emphasis on it.

It is just the tiny change of the Man no longer being alone. And how that can literally change the entirety of someone's World. c:

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