#wip Enchanted Illusions

[mysticstarlightduck]

‼️Clickbait Description Tag Game 😱😱👇👇 ‼️

Thank you for the tag, @the-golden-comet! And honestly shoutout to @the-letterbox-archives for creating this lovely tag! I love a good tag game and this one is super cool!

Rules: explain the plot/premise of your wip/s as if it were a clickbait (or just a regular one if you don't want to do clickbait) y Youtube video.

Supernova Initiative

Hot 25-year-old and his group of friends trespass on a secret government property, you will never guess what happened next! 😱😱😱😱

Scrapyard Boys

UNBELIEVABLE billionaire conspiracy scheme uncovered by HOMELESS TEENAGER - have they lied to us this whole time?

Crooked Fable

HELP, my crazy rich aunt tried to kill my boyfriend and tried to gaslight me into thinking she was right! 😓💀

Song of Thorns

Have they cracked the code to ETERNAL BEAUTY AND IMMORTALITY - follow these 10 easy, that absolutely not murderously bloody rituals, steps to do the same! (authentic advice from Royal Alchemist)

The Crystal of Ash (New)

Don't fall for those absurd lies! Top 10 reasons why you should absolutely trust the Triarchy with your life without question. Don't be ridiculous. Trust us.

+ Bonus: Young crook attempts to ASSASSINATE the reputation of BELOVED local benefactor. Are kids these days truly lost?

The Last Wrath

They invaded her home and she lost everything! You'll never believe what this 16-year-old did next! 😱😱😱

Enchanted Illusions

TEN MORE PEOPLE KILLED by mysterious killer, GOVERNMENT TURNS A BLIND EYE - what is it that they are hiding? 🙄

Tagging (gently): @sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab,

@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart, @ray-writes-n-shit

@writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers, @finickyfelix

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cakeinthevoid,

@lassiesandiego, @thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams and OPEN TAG

[mysticstarlightduck]

Thank you so much for the tag! I'll go with some of the main cast from my WIPs Enchanted Illusions and Realms of Loss for this one. I hope I got this right!

As matches for your OCs (respectively) - from Enchanted Illusions

Ambrose Prosper- He likes optimistic people, and those who can match his absurdly high energy level (in the sense he rarely ever feels tired of constantly doing stuff or never feels overwhelmed and likes an intellectually stimulating company). However, he tends to overlook his own safety and needs while being so focused on his goals and studies and new inventions, so having someone who can offer him support and remind him to take breaks/care for himself, would help a lot.

Clarence Van Sterlling - Your OCs short temper might take him aback at first, but if there's someone who is persistent and patient once he decides he wants someone's friendship, that's him. He is a very sheltered vampire and has trouble navigating social cues- sometimes to his own peril - so having someone to protect him during those moments is great, especially because he is more than willing to furiously protect his partner should need be.

Harriet Sharppe - Oh boy, oh boy, does this girl like to have someone to talk to or share stories with. She is very extroverted, and since she spends most of her time in her mansion with her very introverted and quiet cousin, she has a lot of pent-up talking-energy and stories she wants to tell.

For the next person to find a match to - from Realms of Loss

Viktoras Aeravi - He is an honor-bound bastard son (which means he has some heavy emotional baggage no one else knows about) and is determined to bring peace to his father's lands while in exile. He likes people who have a moral code (as in, someone who wouldn't betray or lie to others), brave and kind people, plus anyone who is light-hearted/has a good sense of humor. Viktoras might be a bit conflicted about his feelings and insecurities at first, but as soon as he gets to warm up to that person, he becomes a hopelessly romantic and loyal partner.

Prince Archyvel - Personality-wise, Archyvel is a good person, but his upbringing, made him slightly vain and very unprepared for the real world - though he is determined to do the right thing. He likes someone with confidence, who believes in themselves (mostly because he wants to be able to cheer them on, which is a very "golden retriever" side of his personality) - he falls in love fast, and is very nervous about it (since he is afraid of actually showing his feelings and it not being mutual). He would be a very doting partner if given a chance.

Adaria Vytris - Due to how her oldest brother raised her, Adaria became someone who believes in being the most efficient/cutthroat in the room, and considers any hesitation or uncertainty as a weakness - this allowed her to survive in the ruthless outer cities they grew up in, but made her a rather mistrusting and very skittish person to actually get emotionally close to. This means, when it comes to any kind of relationship, she has no patience for those who can't keep up with her goals, and neither does she suffer fools, but is someone incredibly sweet (in an awkward way) and ruthlessly protective once the person proves themselves worthy of her trust and time - and if they can have the patience to actually see through her emotional walls, she is actually very kind.

Tagging: @doublegoblin, @oh-no-another-idea, @sm-writes-chaos, @aziz-reads, @clairelsonao3, and @gummybugg

Tag Game: OC Speed Dating

I decided I'd try out coming up with a new tag game, I think thats something I'm allowed to do?

So I'm going to to put some of my OCs forward and say what they look for in a person. And then, the next person can pick some of their OCs who might be a good match for them (Don't worry, it's just for fun). Then put something that OC might look for for in a person, for the next person to find a match for?

So if I say: Zhu Lin - Lin is cheerful and energetic, and likes to look out for people. She'd be looking for someone who needs someone to support them, so she can offer that support to someone.

Jacinda Caçador - Jacinda is a bit short tempered and has trust issues because of her past. She would be looking for someone patient who can bear with her as she warms up to them, before becoming their vigilant guard dog.

Naveed Sahin Hassan - Naveed runs a bar, in part because it lets him meet a lot of people and hear their stories. so he'd be looking for someone with a lot of stories to tell, who doesn't mind sharing them, and generally likes to talk a lot.

And then I'll tag: @ember-writer, @thatndginger, @mysticstarlightduck, @dogmomwrites and @fleurtygurl, if you fancy joining in on this one?

[prythianpages]

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End of the Year WIP ask game, "send me a 👀 and i’ll post a snippet of art/writing that i never got around to finishing this year (r.i.p)"

This is an Az one shot inspired by the song Holding Out for a Hero:

A shadow lingered outside the doorway of Nyx’s room, watching you and the Night Court’s heir with an intensity that could only belong to one person.

Azriel.

His eyes were fixed on you as you told Nyx one of your enchanting tales. Nyx loved when you babysat him, knowing he was in for a nice bedtime treat every time. You were a devoted nanny to him and, on the side, delved into the world of writing novels for children. You often used your magic to create vivid illusions in the air, bringing your stories to life with every word. Captivating not only the adorable child in the bed beside you but also the one lingering outside the doorway.

Azriel stood there for a moment, under the pretense of saying goodbye to his nephew. 

Cassian had seen through him and now stood at the bottom of the stairs, rolling his eyes with a knowing smirk while Nesta shoved him –a warning to not say a word. The Night Court’s spymaster was not as slick as he thought. Cassian had caught his lingering stares and flushed cheeks whenever you’d smile at him one too many times. 

It was obvious to him–and anyone, really–that Azriel had a crush on you.

Feyre and Rhysand had already bid their son farewell, as had Cassian and Nesta a couple of minutes ago. Rhysand had important business to attend to in Hewn City that required all of their presences. It would only be for a couple of hours.

Your voice filled the nursery as you continued your bedtime tale. Tonight, it was about a damsel in distress and a brave warrior.  With the movement of your hands, your illusions danced in the air, creating vibrant images of a princess in a tower.

"And so, the princess looked out from her tower with a heart full of longing," you narrated, your tone soft yet enthralling. "There was a labyrinth of evil creatures below her, content to keep her trapped in that tower forever…[insert rest of story here, how she waits for a knight in shining armor…]”

Nyx's eyes widened in awe, completely entranced by your storytelling and the magical images floating before him. He leaned forward, eager to hear more. “He’s gotta be stwong and fast!”

Azriel stepped into the room, and though his presence was usually quiet, Nyx’s head turned toward him. “Uncle Az!” Nyx exclaimed, eyes lighting up. “Like Uncle Az!”

Azriel’s heart swelled at the boy’s excitement, but his eyes remained on you. He gave you a polite nod in greeting, lips turning upwards into a small smile. He stepped forward, kneeling before Nyx’s bed on the side opposite of you.  “Couldn’t leave without saying goodbye to my favorite nephew, could I?”

Nyx lets out a delighted squeal and you resist the urge to laugh. He’s Azriel’s only nephew. Nyx then looks at you and then back at Azriel and then finally at you. “Can we make Uncle Az the hero? Pwetty please!”

“Of course,” you smile, heart fluttering as the silhouette of the knight turns into something more akin to Azriel’s. Nyx clapped his hands, delighted by his uncle’s addition to the story.

When your eyes met Azriel, you felt a spark and quickly turned your attention back to your magic. 

[matbenetti17]

General Name: Medyna Blurr Name Meaning: Medyna's name cames from the city of Medina and has an assonance with the greek myth of "Medea" Age: 85 (she looks younger because she uses lots of Concealment Stones) Gender: Female Species: Witch Occupation: Producer of TV programs (on crystal balls) Coven: Illusion Sexuality: Heterosexual Residence: Boiling Isles Magic/Abilities Like all witches, her connection to magic comes from a sac of magic bile attached to her heart.

As a member of the Illussion Coven Medyna can cast spells that allow her to create illusions. Appearance Medyna has short ash blonde and white hair. She has a gold tooth and long painted nails.

She has grayish green eyes and wears lots of makeup.

Although she always wears two Concealment Stones, her black pearl earrings that practically make her look sixty-five, she also has enchanted the mirror that she wears on her chest to always show her an image of when she was young.

Even though she seems young, Medyna still needs to lean on a walking stick with (what seems to be) a very precious spherical Galdorstone set in it. In reality it is her disguised with an illusion palisman Eyeris, despite her closeness to the Emperor's Coven she has not been able to part with it. The wood of her staff contains some gold dust, making it a very valuable object despite being antiquated.

Medyna usually wears a light blue chemise, dark turquoise bell-bottom trousers with a golden trim and black ankle boots. To hide the wrinkles on her neck and hands she always wears a blue scarf and white gloves, adorned with golden rings.

Even her belt has gold details, a little gift she gave herself when her husband Aurelius died. Personality (WIP) Likes: Mirrors, gold, jewels, feeling and looking younger, having affairs with young men Dislikes: Being treated (and called) as a grandma Relationships (WIP) Stats Strength: 4 Speed: 4 Agility: 3 Stealth: 5 Wisdom: 8 Magic: 8 Speech: 10 Extra Family: Aurelius Goldflee (husband), Argos Goldflee (son), Nephele Weaver (daughter-in-law), Frezier, Gia and Zyler Goldflee (grandchildren), Tempest Kelley, Rose Goldflee and Orion (great grandchildren)

Allies: Emperor's Coven, Adrian Graye Vernworth, Tommy (boyfriend)

Pet: Eyeris, the spider-eye palisman

[rivensdefenseattorney]

Stella Character Profile

(WIP)

Basic Information

Name: Estelle Alina Eos Solana

Race: Fairy

Age: 21

Gender: Female (She/Her)

Height: 5'9 (176 cm)

Unique Features

Skin shimmers in sunlight

Tanned Skin

Background & History

Education: Alfea Interdimensional College of Fae

Year: 3

Concentrated Study: Diplomacy & Leadership in Fae Realms

Minor Studies: Enchanted Visual Arts | Diplomatic Negotiation Strategies | Elemental Combat Techniques

Favorite Class: Artisanal Magic in Visual Arts

Birthplace: Kingdom of Solaria, Illumina

Relationships

Family

Father: Radius Solana

Mother: Luna Solana

Uncle: Celsius

Step-Mother: Countess Cassandra

Step-Sister: Chimera

Fiancé: Thoren

Friends

Bloom/Flora (Winx Best Friends)

Sky/Helia/Nabu (Specialist Best Friends)

Love Interests

Brandon

Personality Traits

Extroverted - Talkative, witty, and almost never run out of things to discuss. Happiness and satisfaction stem from the time she spends with the people she enjoys being with.

Impulsive/Spontaneous - May act on impulse and make decisions quickly. Enjoys living in the moment and is comfortable with unplanned adventures.

Showy - Every day is a performance, and Stella loves to put on a show. Loves to experiment with new styles, and constantly finds new ways to stick out in the crowd.

Strengths

Observant -  Natural when it comes to noticing real, tangible things and changes.

Charismatic - Has a magnetic personality that draws people towards her.

Bold - Not one to hold back, Stella doesn't mind stepping outside of her comfort zone when no one else is willing.

Weaknesses

Sensitive - Can be very vulnerable to criticism. May feel like she's been backed into a corner, sometimes reacting badly.

Poor Long-Term Planner - Rarely, if ever, considers laying out steps and consequences.

Unfocused - Anything that requires long-term dedication and focus is a particular challenge.

Fears

Heights

Darkness

Skills & Abilities

Excels in Light and Shadow Magic

Proficient in creating and dispelling illusion spells

Proficient in defensive hand-to-hand combat

Can see through most illusion spells

Can see color auras around others

Hobbies & Interests

Manages her social media presence

Designs clothing

Shopping

Hosting Social Events

Running

Making smoothies and face masks

Quirks & Habits

Follows a vegetarian diet

Color blind at night

Never seen dressed casually

Gets a spa treatment at least once a week

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Winx Rewrite Master Post

Stella's Playlist

[kcscribbler]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @elodiah and @lokimobius !

Angst incoming. Set in semi-near future of this new AU.

For one moment and one moment only, Loki considers breaking the enchantment here. Curtailing the visions before they can be re-integrated. Letting the remainder of these moments fade back into the mist. Nothing good could possibly come of them. They are only going to prove what Loki had learned the first day he entered this accursed TVA, with its façade of divine benevolence, its belief that it was the center of the universes, that all should bow to the whims of their elusive, omniscient Timekeepers. You were born to cause pain and suffering and death. That’s how it is, that’s how it was, that’s how it will be. And it happens again, and again, and again. Why had he ever hoped it could be otherwise, when the Fates themselves seem to continuously demand he be a sacrifice on a self-made altar. But he made a promise. And at this point, keeping his word is all he has left to give. One final chance to turn back; or to do the right thing, to shatter the illusion.

No-pressure tagging @in-my-loki-feels , @thosegayoldmen , @loki-is-my-kink-awakening , @peppermintkamz , @izumiyagami14 and @asoeiki . You know what to do!

[pegartisus]

whoa nelly, an actual drawing from me?? Celestia wip using elements of my AU; battle-scarring incurred prior to Luna's fall, received from all the fighting she and Luna did (who is also heavily scarred) against monsters and assorted baddies before the founding of Equestria she uses an enchanted disguise to hide her old injuries as a way to maintain this pure and pristine appearance, a facade of godhood (alicorns are incredibly tough and long-lived creatures, but not immortal) and upon Luna's return, who doesn't hide any of her battle-scarring, she encourages Celestia to drop her illusions and bring herself back down to an approachable level; "we are here to protect this world and the creatures who inhabit it, sister, not rule over them"

[mailrebel]

A Link Between Worlds - Enchantment

@zelinkcommunity here’s my excerpt for WIP Wednesday! Link unexpectedly interrupts the middle of Zelda’s solitary study session:

“Come on,” the Hero breathed, before quickly shuffling back towards the door. He cracked it open and peeked outside, as if checking for something. Again, Zelda eyed him like he was a lunatic. “Link, it’s always a pleasure to see you,” she whispered as she joined his side. “But what is all of this about?” He turned to her, eyes bright and grin even brighter. “I’m here to rescue you.” Zelda was taken aback by this. “Er…rescue me?” He nodded without fear. “Yep.” “From what, exactly?” “This dusty old room!” he said with a quiet laugh. “It’s a beautiful day outside, you know? No point in wasting it away in here.” Zelda continued to eye him, almost wondering if he was an illusion that her weary mind had conjured amidst her daydreams. This couldn’t actually be real, could it? As if to counter that very thought, Link fully faced her, shining blue eyes staring deep into her own. “This is what you’ve been waiting your whole life for, isn’t it?” he asked, his voice both innocent and sweet. “For someone to come to your rescue?” Zelda promptly flushed. She couldn’t believe it. This boy. This handsome, sweet, and enchanting boy had discerned her secret. A desire which she had long kept locked away inside of her heart. And yet, he had just cast the truth right out into the open, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. She tried to speak, but merely stuttered. “H-How did you…” “Don’t worry about that,” he insisted with a casual shake of his head. “Just tell me, you want to go, don’t you? Away from here?” Thoughts of sunshine and green grass and warm winds brought a smile to her lips. The answer should have been obvious. Why was she even hesitating? “Of course, Link,” she said with a nod. “Take me away, would you?”

[afoolandathief]

Countdown to NaNo, Part 4/4: Some more characters ...

Two days till NaNoWriMo! I'm not sure how ready I am for it, but for my last post, here's some more characters in Something Wicked:

Violet Anouilh

A hedgewitch living in a ranch outside Las Vegas with her mother, Marie, where they care for monsters and other supernatural creatures in need. Her powers specialize in plant and fungal growth. Likes: Jade Shaw. Dislikes: Caz Mraz

Ruby Hall

Jade's best friend and a witch working at a casino as a magician's assistant. The real trick? She's a master of illusions and the magician in question is her rabbit and familiar, Domino.

Lila Brown

Caz's ex and a werewolf with a past. She and Caz had a wild time in the 90s and 2000s, but something happened since that led to her not speaking to Caz beyond a few sentences.

Amber and Ember Byrne

The Byrne twins operate a funeral home in a strip mall in Las Vegas, serving as a front for selling all manner of ingredients to other witches. With Everett "Ember" Byrne's fire magic and Amber's necromancy, they make a formidable pair indebted to Theoris Myrina since the late 80s. Which brings us to ...

Theoris Myrina

Jade's former mentor and head of the Southwest Coven, which Jade was a part of until she made a deal with a vampire. According to the Byrne twins, Theoris is making some big changes due to some influences back east.

Kenneth Brooks

A detective on the verge of retirement trying to solve a series of seemingly unconnected homicides and disappearances. Old-fashioned cop not afraid of old-fashioned policework — such as blackmailing Caz and Jade to do his dirty work for him.

Amelia [redacted]

Caz's last girlfriend, who left him after interpreting his secretiveness and strange habits as signs of a drug addiction. Caz is determined to win her back (but if he happens to date some others along the way, including a rich Fae prince, what’s the harm?).

Post 1/4, Post 2/4, Post 3/4

WIP: Something Wicked

Status: Draft 3.5 (rewrite)

NaNo profile: afoolandathief

NaNoWriMo 2022 Goal: Maybe 50K? we'll see

WIP taglist: (ask to be +/-): @author-a-holmes, @avian-writes, @captain-kraken, @ceph-the-ghost-writer, @digital-chance, @diphthongsfordays, @drippingmoon, @ellierenae, @enchanted-lightning-aes, @faelanvance, @fearofahumanplanet, @flowerprose, @frankiestfrank, @houndmouthed, @joaniejustwokeup, @leiwritess-moved, @mjayatlas, @outpost51, @purplezebraproductions, @rhymingteelookatme, @somealienquill, @thegreatobsesso, @thelaughingstag, @vylequinnewriting, @writing-is-a-martial-art

[rainpebble3]

WIP ... Some day...

So we're probably closer to Friday... but I've been tagged in WIP Wednesday by the incredible @thequeenofthewinter and @dirty-bosmer. I'm slowly, slowly starting to chip away at the masses of OUTSTANDING chapters to catch up on and I've been hammering at a little bit of Layers of Snow and Ash. It's been tricky and chances are this snippet will be severely chopped and tidied before the next chapter is ready.

I'm so late to WIP Wednesday and I have no idea who has been tagged already or not so... if you see this and haven't posted a WIP yet, this is my invitation to you.

Today's screenshot represents me trying to write this chapter and Nera trying to cope with all the new people in the college.

<3

Chapter 12 - The Tour

From their position in the crowd, Nera and Brelyna were barely close enough to hear Master Ervine. Her voice was nearly lost on crashing waves of several footsteps. The fragile, icy shell that had sealed the courtyard earlier was well and truly shattered by the morning sun as flaming rays of sunlight bathed the layers of frost on trees. Nera nearly fell into the person in front of her as the group abruptly stopped next to one of the magical light fountains.

“You will have noticed this, as well as the several others around the college, I’m sure. We ask that you do not touch these. In simple terms they channel the magic being used here, keeping it safe and stable. Any interferences could result in catastrophic consequences…”

“Like another great collapse?!” a tiny voice squeaked.

The group turned to the speaker while Master Ervine pulled her lips together in a tight line. The person, an elf, blushed, turning their olive skin pink and they quickly pulled their hood down over their head. The only thing that could be seen of their face were swirling, thorny tattoos coating their chin like a beard.

Master Ervine cleared her throat. “I won’t lie, it’s certainly a risk. This college currently has four hundred mages studying and working here. It takes a vast amount of energy to accommodate this power.”

Nera’s eyes widened. “Where are they all?” she blurted out and felt the eyes of the group land on her. She nearly apologised for speaking out of turn but a quick look from Brelyna saved her. She was a Maryon now. She could ask any questions she wanted.

“You have Master Neloren to thank for that,” Master Ervine said. “He is our Master of Illusion and has helped enchant the college to be capable of sustaining large groups of students while maintaining a tranquil environment. Now if there are no further interruptions…”

Nodding, Nera ignored the group until Master Ervine started walking onwards. Brelyna nudged her with a silent glare but too many people were crowded around them. Saying anything was impossible so Nera settled for a subtle shrug. She winced as one of the Argonians stepped on her foot, however she had no way to tell if it was a harmless mistake of someone crushed in a small group, or a deliberate attack. She shook herself. This wasn’t Windhelm. There would be no attacks.

Master Ervine led them across the courtyard and stopped outside of the Lustratorium. “Before we enter, I must let you know, there are some plants in here which may be considered dangerous, they will not harm you unless you try to disturb them. Please do not touch anything.”

Silent mutterings of agreement rose from the group. Nera gasped as she was shoved forward, stuck in the current of flapping robes and stamping boots. She hurried forward, avoiding the harsh slap of a tail and ended up behind the crimson clad battle mages.

Entering the Lustratorium was intoxicating. Her eyes watered as soon as her feet crossed the threshold, her nose burned as a hundred types of pollen wafted over her. She wasn’t the only one affected by the plants and several mages coughed, wiping their eyes on their sleeves. Master Ervine looked over her shoulder and smirked.

“You get used to it.”

Somehow Master Ervine was able to speak over the coughs and sneezes of the new mages. They passed plants from different corners of Tamriel and Nera resented being pushed forward, longing for a chance to stop and admire the flowers. Especially when Master Ervine mentioned alien flora and leaves from Morrowind.

[cee-grice]

It's Worldbuilding Wednesday, so I thought I'd start introducing some stuff about my WIP's world :))

The topic of today:

🔮 The Magic System 🔮

ITS PHYSICALITY

The magic in this world exists as a physical element—one that can be used as a unique energy source. The element itself is called magia and it's entirely quantifiable, if not always easily. It's further separated into two categories: pure and impure. Impure magia is what casters are able to use to perform magic whilst the pure kind remains unreachable to them. Not all impure magia is the same, however; it's pure magia that's been, basically, tainted by magical creatures, and thus it has different essences in its composition. This doesn't affect how casters are able to use it, but it does have different kind of effects :)

ITS USAGE

To perform magic means, in practical terms, to command magia. This is achieved in mainly two ways: by casting and enchantments. Casters are able to manipulate the impure magia in the air to bend reality to their will, although that's much easier said than done. One, they need to have a magia conductor on their person as otherwise they'd be just as successful at commanding magia as commanding oxygen; two, understanding the laws of physics you wish to manipulate is crucial in actually, well, manipulating them; and three, use of magia often results in adverse physical effects, so how much one is able to do magic varies from person to person and their physicality. There are three types of casters: mages, priests, and freecasters. Mages are essentially academics—they learned how to perform magic through studying at a magical academy and were awarded a license by it to use it. Priests, too, study the science to an extent, but most of their capabilities come from the deities they pledge their devotion to. Through them, they're able to manipulate magia in ways inaccessible to mages, such as for limited healing, divination, and more. In contrast, mages are generally more adept at the more usual categories, such as charm, transmutation, illusion, and others. Freecasters are usually magical creatures that are intelligent and skillful enough to manipulate magia using their own bodies as a conductor. This ability sometimes extends to venemagiks of their kind, to which we'll get to in a sec :) Other than casting, people are also able to make use of magia by enchantments. Basically, any item than can be written on can be, technically, enchanted. You do this by inscribing sigils onto the object that, when activated, are able to soak up the magia in the air and work together to give the object (or area) certain magical qualities. This is also usually only available to mages or priests as it's an entire field of study on its own and you need a very specific kind of material to active the enchantments.

ITS EFFECTS

There's a whole thing about magical creatures and spirits and how they depend on magia to survive, but that's gonna be for a different post lol. For now, we're gonna talk about people that are most affected by magia—venemagiks. As magia exists in the air all around, people are always breathing it in. Usually, it just harmlessly passes through their bodies. As a child is developing in the womb, however, they're much more susceptible to outside influences :) What we get as a result are venemagiks, a human with magical creature traits. What kind of magical creature depends on the impure magia's essence as well as what the child's body is more susceptible to. In short, though, the more magical creatures of a certain type are in an area, the more venemagiks of that type will be born. As far as traits go, they can vary intensely. A venemagik of a reptilian type creature might just have some scales on their arms, or they might have a lizard head and breathe fire. It's a wide spectrum, basically. For some, it's inconsequential or maybe even helpful, whereas for others it can be life-threatening (for example, a venemagik of a kind of water creature might have both gills and regular lungs and neither might suffice).

And that's pretty much the basics, I think ! A strongly condensed version, if you will haha

Tag list (let me know if you want to me added or removed): @writerfae, @tate-lin, @iriswords, @sternenmeerkind, @thecrookedwriterspath, @pure-solomon, @moonshinemagpie, @arowanaprincess, @scribe-of-stories, @thesorcerersapprentice

[mysticstarlightduck]

Kiss Picrew Tag!

I was inspired by this amazing post by @mk-writes-stuff, and decided to make a few of my own with my WIPs characters! I'll go with Song of Thorns, Supernova Initiative, Of Starlight and Beasts and Enchanted Illusions because I had free time and hyperfocus lmao! Let's go!

By the way, if you like this, please reblog, it helps a lot 💕

Augustus & Harriet (Enchanted Illusions)

Aaah, my lovelies! Augustus, the book's resident necromancer, and Harriet, our lovely weirdo. They've got a little blood splashed onto their faces, probably as a result of a battle they've just won, but they don't mind (he is a necromancer and she has seen some stuff, why would they mind lmao?)

Renn & Roselyn (Song of Thorns)

They're adorable and I love them with all my heart, Your Honor, lmao. Renn is a half-vampire fey who was born a noble and became a thief due to unfortunate circumstances, and Roselyn is his sweetheart who is a spirited girl ready to defeat the King.

Elveryn & Cadenza (Song of Thorns)

The Monster Hunter who fell in love with an Elven Fey and both of them had a redemption arc. Technically his hair isn't white (Kane's is, not his) but a very pale shade of blond that the picrew didn't have, and he actually wears precision goggles instead of glasses, but you get the idea!

Tarrant & Aiden (Song of Thorns)

Tarrant (the one with red hair), the Silver Snake, and his lover Aiden (they/he), with whom he has a secret love story (which is a secret he has to keep hidden lest endanger Aiden because of his employer). Somewhat-starcrossed lovers with a dash of them being two angsty fools who are bad at communication lmao.

Jasen & Prince Alaric (Song of Thorns)

The Prince (Alaric) and the Pauper (Jasen), essentially! Again, Alaric's hair is actually a shade between dark auburn and dark blond, but I couldn't find it in the picrew so I went with the next best thing. They haven't had a chance to really kiss in the story but have been pining (without being aware that the feeling is mutual because they sure as heck are bad at reading emotions lmao.) for over a year, and really want to have that chance!

Jack & Lyorna (Supernova Initiative)

Once more, lol, Jack's hair is actually not this shade - he is red-haired, but his hair color is more of a natural auburn than this - but regardless! Lyorna is a young freedom fighter from an alien planet in the Khosmonian galaxies, and they meet during Jack's mission there and fell in love! They are adorable and stubborn.

Deimos & Vesper (Supernova Initiative)

ENEMIES TO LOVERS Y'ALL!!! Actually it's more of a Rivals-to-lovers situation lmao, but still. The Sniper and the Assassin. The Alien and the Cyborg. Both incredibly efficient at what they do, they initially annoyed each other to no end and were infuriated at the prospect of having to work together, but slowly, oh so slowly, started to care for each other and eventually fell in love, begrudgingly lmao.

Arammys & Corah (Of Starlight and Beasts)

The Mage and the Knight! Friends to Lovers! Arammys meets Corah by accident after losing his memories, and the duo embarks on a fateful quest to save the continent from a warmongering queen and break an ancient prophecy, after she (Corah) learns of the land's fate.

(Arammys hai is actually golden but I didn't find the option!)

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[ariadne-mouse]

🔮(illusion), 🐛, ⏰, 🔨 for your lovely ask meme !

Hi there! :) I answered ⏰ in another post [here], but here are the others:

🔮 Make up a title on the spot based on the asker's word/theme and briefly describe what the fic would be about.

the gentle charm - Caleb is trapped in a magical illusion or enchantment where his parents are alive, and Essek has to break him out of it. It's painful because Caleb is very happy there and initially doesn't recognize Essek at all.

Title taken from Letitia Elizabeth Landon:

Break not on the gentle charm In which night has bound me, Wherefore, wherefore should I wake To the cold world around me?

🐛What is your longest fic title? And your shortest?

Longest: multitudinous echoes awoke and died in the distance 

Shortest: A Weird Soup 

🔨 Do you have any working titles you'd like to share that didn't make it to the final posting?

I am discovering in trying to answer this question that I did not retain the draft titles for my finished works and have forgotten most of them 😂 so instead, take the list of possible titles for one of my WIPs, the sequel to multitudinous echoes:

echoes intertwined (original working title)

beneath the reverberant branches (next line from the poem that multitudinous echoes is from, fitting for the fact that it's a sequel)

Essek's Horrible Terrible No-Good Involuntary Vacation

Sometimes, self care is putting something ridiculous in your list of potential titles😌

[ask me something about fic titles!]

[creative-author]

While I am at work, I like to plan a story (not my main WIPs) about a princess and a street musician. (I had the idea after a very confusing dream, anyways) I want to name a character there and I am not sure, what would sind good.

About the other characters:

Lyrianna, the second, Adilyn of Azurien is a princess with illusion magic. She likes to sneak out and explore the city as a civilian. She is the heir and was named after her grandmother "Lyrianna", but mostly, she is called "Lyrie"

Varia Thal is a street musician. She is always on tour but she loves to perform in the capital of Azurien. Her magic is chaotic and she has enchanted tattoos to summon her dearest instruments. She is mostly called "Ria"

The character I have to name:

He is Lyries bodyguard. Both have amazing chemistry and he is just a bit older than Lyrie (five years tops). I didn't think about his magic yet (or how magic works in general) but he is fit and great in different fighting styles

I already searched Pinterest for names. I love to note the meaning of the name

[mysticstarlightduck]

(One of the worst things a good-aligned OC did in one of my WIPs, aside from murder) In Enchanted Illusions (during his backstory) Thaddeus prioritized his revolutionary endeavors over spending time with those closest to him, breaking his promise of being there for his friends, and due to Thaddeus constantly getting in trouble with powerful and dangerous people that absence turned into a mistake that cost his friends' lives - which is also a reason why he is so cautious, so that this would never happen again.

Besides murder, what’s the worst thing your OC has done to another person?

[tisiphonewolfe]

🔥💡 for the ask game! also, gingko and douglas-fir too!

Thanks for the ask! Sorry it took a while to get to this - I have been dealing with some issues over the last couple of weeks!

9. 🔥 CANDLE: Describe the main conflict in your WIP.

In 'The Tectomancy Saga', the main conflict boils down to: The world is dying, and nobody can agree on who should fix it and how. In Naenia, Through Murder, the main conflict is between Naenia and one of her fellow grim reapers, who is helping a serial killer - Naenia has to figure out who and why. In The Looking-Glass Agency - which I haven't really started work on yet - the conflict is between the rational and the paranormal. Is there a human hand behind the disappearances of 20-somethings in this sleepy village, or is there a sinister supernatural force at play?

15.💡LAMP: Talk about a scene you are working on—is it easy or difficult? Why?

Currently I'm writing some scenes set at a party in hell where Demons decide who should get to keep their guests by taking turns using enchantment magic on them; it's a very hard scene to write because the Demons are quite clever, and I am not. Trying to write the scene in a way that satisfies their weird mental chess-games is a challenge!

Gingko: What part of your story is the oldest, has stuck around from that original idea?

There's a scene in The Tectomancy Saga book one where Almyra sneaks downstairs in the tower she's trapped in, past the dragon, who she's absolutely terrified of, to make an escape attempt. It's the first scene I wrote, and it's still in there in some form, although it's been rewritten a few times. I'll include the original scene (unedited and very raw) at the bottom of the post.

Douglas-Fir: What's something in your story that pretends to be something its not?

A lot of answers for this one! There's Jessa, who pretends to be a cis man in order to fulfil her role as Atheftes (the elf pope, effectively). All the Alfar have illusion magic, so there are numerous magical disguises throughout TTS book one. There's also plenty of duplicitous characters with hidden intentions that reveal themselves. For example, there's Ellimane Althops, leading her dual life as a Duchess and an arcane assassin.

The oldest scene in The Tectomancy Saga is below the cut . . . I wrote it some years ago and I really hope my writing has improved since then ;;^^

“Behold the finest creation; a hide of tempered steel plates that only laugh at the strikes of sword and arrow; claws and teeth of sharpened diamond that shall pierce the armour of any knight and tear down the walls of any fortress; wings of black leather to beat the roaring winds into submission; and a breath that turns the world to ash. Beasts they may be, but their minds are as sharp as their claws.

At the first rumble of their throats, the most menacing army downs their weapons and flees. They are built machines of war, civilisations cower before them, and devastation trails after them.

And they are ours. The weapons we hold in our hands are flesh and bone, and we call them ‘dragon’.”

Cayren, Second King of Humanity

Myra shivered, fully clothed under the fine silk sheets, moonlight pouring through the narrow window sparkling on the condensation of her exhaled breaths. The fire had died down hours ago, but she dare not move more than an inch. She stared at the stone ceiling and stilled her anxious breaths, listening intently.

The occasional crackle of the dying embers. A stiff winter breeze whipping around the tower. The material of her bedsheets with every nervous movement of her foot or hand. Stillness. No creature moved in the frozen forest outside – no owl called, no mouse scampered. It was just Myra, and the creature downstairs – her guard, and her warden.

And then at once, she heard it – a deep, throaty rumble, like the roar of flames greedily rushing up a chimney. As much as she felt it below her, she felt it inside her and around her. Then stillness again.

Myra held her breath with trepidation. She would wait until the third, she thought. Or was that not enough? Perhaps the fifth? She wanted to be absolutely certain before she made her move. Her last three attempts had all failed. Once, she barely made it to the door. Once, she was halfway across the clearing. A third time she managed to walk for a few hours before she was found – the journey back was not comfortable. Although her sides were marked for days, the skin was miraculously unpunctured.

A faint smell of smoke began to waft through the air as the rumble came again. Then a third time, and a fourth . . . Myra decided it had been long enough. Ever so slowly she pulled back the covers and sat up. She grimaced putting her sock-clad feet on the cold stone floor. She had considered wearing her walking boots to bed, but that somehow felt a little too barbaric.

Fishing around in the embers’ glow, she gently lifted the satchel she had prepared earlier that day. She wasn’t really sure what to pack – in the end, she settled for some salted meat, a full waterskin, a small hunting knife, a ball of thick yarn, and the warmest blanket that would fit into the little bag. She wasn’t even sure about the yarn really, but it sounded like something one might bring on a journey.

She carefully fastened her hooded cloak, shivering fingers struggling with its small wooden buttons, almost muttering a curse under her breath, but catching herself just in time. While it’s true that this was exactly the kind of behaviour her father had decided was unbecoming of a lady of her station, in truth she only held back her tongue because she knew the creature’s hearing was more than acute enough to pick up every word she said in that room.

At last, she stepped into the heavy walking boots she had left by the door. Squeezing her feet into their furred cuffs, she staggered a little and placed a gloved hand on the wall to steady herself. “Careful, Myra!” she thought to herself, chastising her clumsiness. If she fell, then this was all over.

Finally ready, she gently pushed the door open. She’d had the forethought this time to not close it fully, opting instead to wedge a wad of cloth underneath it – the handle had betrayed her on more than one occasion. The door itself, at least, she could count on not to raise the alarm – it glided open with little more than a whisper of noise from its hinges. Her father had made great efforts to construct this place with perfect precision. It was only to be expected from a King who had taken a lifetime to master his skill.

Walking down the spiral steps felt like it took a century. Each step was slow, soft, and rigorously careful. Gentle, gentle, squinting to see in what little moonlight there was to illuminate the steps. Clinging to the banister with a look of sheer determination coating her face, Myra bit her lip and focussed, step after step, until she silently reached the bottom of the stairwell.

All too ready to greet victory, Myra pulled the door open with confidence, only to be greeted by the great yellow-green disc of an eye larger than her head.

The yawning slit of the eye’s reptilian pupil narrowed as the moonlight hit it. “Good evening, my Princess.” A voice like thunder rumbled.

“Um.” Myra choked out, her mind totally blank. She’d really thought this was all going rather well.

Looking her up and down lazily, the eye took her in. “You are still dressed. Have you not yet gone to bed, your highness? It is late”

“Er.” Her brain desperately fumbled for an excuse. “My – well, the fire in my room went out. Just came down to get a few more coals.” She patted her satchel as if to say “See? I even brought a satchel! For the coals!”

The eye narrowed a little. “I could take care of it for you.”

“Oh no, no, not necessary!” Myra flapped her hand in a wide gesture. “Won’t take a moment!”

“Hmm.” The eye withdrew, allowing Myra to pass into the room beyond.

Myra fixed a sheepish grin to her face and nervously shuffled across the marble tiles, her footsteps now echoing loudly in the cavernous hall. Another massive eye joined its companion and the two of them followed her every movement as she picked her way between various piles of wood, bone, clothes, and assorted items her guardian had diligently dragged back to the tower to surprise her with. Making her way to a low metal box at the side of the room, she picked up the small golden tongs that hung at its side and began scooping lumps of coal into her satchel. Her blanket and provisions now covered in black dust, Myra spun and made her way back towards the door, picking up her pace. Her mind now whirling, she just wanted to go back to her bed and suffer the frustration and sadness in peace. Unfortunately, she did not also pick up her feet.

Her ankle caught – perhaps on the remains of yesterday’s meal – and she flew headlong, flailing to try and catch herself before her face planted itself firmly into the tile.

Instead of tile, she found herself slumped across an enormous scaly claw.

The eyes suddenly hovering above her, the claw gently lifted her upright before retreating into the darkness at the back of the room. “Thank you.” Myra bashfully muttered before continuing her journey, more carefully, back to her chamber.

“Is everything alright, my Princess?” the voice rumbled once more. “Is there aught more I can do for you tonight?”

“No. No, thank you.” Myra cast one last sombre look back into the darkness.

“Then I bid you good night. Rest well.”

“Good night.” Myra closed the door, took a moment to catch her breath, and dashed up the stairs as fast as her shaking legs would carry her. Throwing her bag to the floor, she dived into her bed, boots and cloak be damned. She was shivering, but no longer from the cold. It was not even the frustration and rage of another failed escape attempt. It was her guardian, and the look that was still in her eyes when she looked at Myra, even now.

Myra held back her tears and the lump in her throat until she drifted to sleep.