#wip: the name. witch

[cain-e-brookman]

Six Sentence Sunday

or at least it sort of was when i was tagged lol thank you @spideronthesun!

Uthyr didn’t know that it would be okay. He’d bet sums unimaginable that it wouldn’t be. The things he saw in that piece of the Other, the distorted and corrupted face of the creature. The agony he felt in his very blood as something tied so intricately within him could crumble so easily. And through all of it, Uthyr would have never in his life thought he’d be where he was: kneeling at the literal foot of Truth and comforting him with a lie. “It is. It’s all going to be okay.”

okay so this is seven sentences sue me. i'm not breaking the dialogue lol

okay it's not sunday but i'm tagging anyway @topazadine @agirlandherquill @skullduggeryandfilibuster aaaaand @jessicachouwrites as always no pressure!

[cain-e-brookman]

welcome back to writeblr! i'm cain and i write high fantasy with a lot of worldbuilding and fun characters. my current wip, THE NAME, WITCH follows the journey of the witch Uthyr as he's sent by the God of the End to stop an unauthorized apocalypse brought on by ancient calamities gone off the rail. and someone's "misplaced" the prophecy.

looking for active writeblrs 🦇

i’ve had quite the break from writeblr. now i’d like to join some wip tag lists, read, and support others who are actively writing!

reblog / like with a comment describing your wip in one sentence (i know it’s hard) or link to your wip so i can check it out!

bonus if it’s fantasy, rivalry-themed, or has some world-building.

[thebarontheabyss]

If the MC were to purpose to their ro(s); who would actually want to get married and what would be the ro(s) ideal way to be proposed too? (Polys included if applicable 🥺)

Great ask! Let's see... 👀

Death has obviously never considered the idea of marriage, but they also never considered the idea of love before you came along. So yeah, they would love to get married to you, though they may not know how to express this desire without... a little nudge. They’d prefer a quiet, private proposal somewhere intimate. A simple, heartfelt moment would be everything to them. Maybe a beach?

For a poly marriage, Death would be both honored to be a part of and a little nervous about tackling this "assignment." You'll have to constantly make sure they won't feel overwhelmed.

Hmm... Marriage is a complicated subject for Lilith/Damian. In the infernal culture, marriage is more about power and status—a transaction to climb or pay debts. So, for Lilith/Damian, saying "yes" would require a shift in perspective (as you are, unfortunately, not worth more than a single dime in Hell's currency) So, they’d need to overcome many of their own demons (and devils) to see marriage as anything more than a deal. But, if you managed to get through to them, they’d want a grand proposal—something unforgettable and a little extravagant.

They’d feel MUCH more comfortable in a poly marriage, though, as it better fits their worldview and sense of freedom, making it feel less like a contract and more like a constant choice.

For the Witch, marriage isn’t particularly important—they view it as one of many possible ways to express love. But if you were to propose, they would agree, as long as the wedding incorporates the cultural practices of Ffaraon.

They’d want the ceremony to feel meaningful and deeply connected to their heritage, so if you want to impress them with a proposal, make sure it's magical :D

In a poly marriage, Morgan/a would be more than open, as long as everyone involved feels valued!

Hastur is deeply committed and, in a relationship, would likely propose to you before you even have a chance to think about it 👀

For him, marriage is a sacred vow, a way to signify the depth of his devotion. He’d plan a private, meaningful proposal, just the two of you, where he could express his feelings without interruption.

Yeah... nope. Peisinoe is entirely against the idea of marriage, viewing it as a subjugating institution, especially after witnessing their own parents’ ruinous relationship. For them, if you feel the need to commit your relationship to a formal agreement, your love is not worth it. So, If you ever brought up marriage, they’d probably laugh it off.

What does the He Without Name think of marriage? Who knows. But maybe, deep down, there's a sort of magic in the marriage ceremony. Perhaps it can even awaken something distant, waiting inside of him. But actually putting a ring on a shade might prove a bit difficult.

[flickerngflower]

Have been in the mood of finishing year+ old wips lately. My first victim.

[oobbbear]

New house new life new beginning

[cain-e-brookman]

hello, im also trying to get back into the writeblr thing lol so far the tags have been a great place to find new blogs, so i'll throw mine in too!

writers, listen up...

i've fallen out of touch with the writeblr community a lot in the past few years, and i want to rectify that. the community aspect was what made me fall in love with tumblr, and what improved my writing for the better.

the golden days of my writing were when i was highly active and engaged in this wonderful community, but life and work and the horrors of self publishing have overtaken my energy in the past year. however, i have been really struggling with original writing, and i want to get back into the community here.

that said...

you write fantasy with queer characters

are an indie author

post frequently about your wips (taglists are a bonus!)

are queer

are a very active and friendly writer

if any of these apply

please, please reblog and tell me about your wip. gush over it. infodump. characters and ships and worldbuilding and plot, i want it all! this is your invitation to be as selfishly indulgent as possible. let's make some new friends and restore some community!!

boosts appreciated!

[qursidae]

Fancy Hella + Aya I got going cause I'm procrastinating finishing my OOTH map

[lunarharp]

wip and if ppl's clothes turn pink when theyre in love

[cain-e-brookman]

Belong, Seek, and Avoid Tag

Rules: A person's identity can also be shaped by their social connections. Identify three things about your character: What groups do they belong to, and what groups do they believe they do not? What kind of people do they tend to seek, and what kind of people would they rather avoid?

Thank you for the tag @spideronthesun!

Gonna mix things up and do this one for Crucius

Belong

Crucius had a very solitary childhood. Due to family secrets and a few disabilities, he spent most of his time in his studies, yet still doesn't see himself being or belonging to the scholars. He shuns most academic groups and organizations with a distaste for both unearned superiority and what he sees as meaningless echo chambers. For the most part, he sees himself as separate from most, but not in a belief he is unique, but as a difficulty in finding like-spirited people who can tolerate his detached and cold facade.

Seek

He purposely surrounds himself with talkers. He seeks out people with lots of opinions and the voice to tell you about them. Of the few friends he can claim and the family he has, the only common trait is being loud, verbose, or otherwise vocally meandering. He especially like to find people who's areas of interest are far removed from his, as his love of learning can attach itself to anything if heard of with enough passion.

Avoid

He hates people who are boastful or overly-proud and people who are insensitive or cruel needlessly. Contrary-wise, he avoids overly idealistic people as he finds them to be just as delusional as the opposite side. Outside of his father's partner and Uthyr, he stays away from most who claim strong religious ideals.

realizing how little i can answer these things without major spoilers lmao. crucius is certainly an enigma

i tag @xenascribbles @illarian-rambling @emrowene! do if you'd like!

[cain-e-brookman]

as the person i last reblogged said, in fantasy we often just kind of.....kill family off. oops. although Uthyr has very little living family, Crucius has very sparingly mentioned his father.

although Crucius says they don't quite see eye to eye--

"'[...]he and I have diametrically opposed personalities. We’ve butt heads nearly my whole life. His partner once said he was convinced that we started arguing before I’d fully left the womb.'"

--he speaks highly of him

"'He’s not noble-born, but no one who didn’t know would ever suspect. You could dress him in rags, walk him down the streets, and he still couldn’t be mistaken him for someone who wasn’t important. If ever we separated at a party, I always knew where to find him: in the center of the room, the focus of every eye. I’ve never known anyone else so bright or so moving.'”

like Crucius, though, he remains shrouded in mystery. all Uthyr truly knows about him is that he has a house on the northern coast of Uslaria where Crucius goes to visit every spring, and he seemingly has no problem housing his son after his banishment.

he doesn't know that Crucius' father would never abandon his son for anything. that he would lie, kill, steal, or anything else to protect his only child. both him and his partner. family is everything to Crucius' father. he doesn't love in halves. no one on the wrong side of his fangs has ever lived to tell the tale.

Tilda is looking for her brother. Are there any family members in your story? Siblings? Parents? Uncles? Tell us about them!

[starswordartblog]

There was. so much art i wanted to make this october, and then i got beat up by life in multiple ways, and now the month is over but by god i am going to post at least one thing. Anyway meet Clementina the witch, her dress is a cauldron.

I have been spinning her and her group of ocs/story for over an year so the fact that i starting finally designing her on halloween month is pure coincidence but fun. Sadly I couldn't finish the animation i wanted to go with this but here's a wip just to show off the concept:

wheeeeeee

[ghost-proofbaby]

you've posted (or maybe it wash just in tags) about the knight eddie story youve worked on before and i have not been able to get the idea out of my head

oh, nonnie. oh. (i definitely have. in tags and posts for a few months now haha)

but you know when fics get so big behind the scenes and suddenly you're scared to post it? like, you've got several full chapters written, an entire world and magic system built, and an entirely fleshed out OC, but like... the thought of sharing it with the world is just? scary? yeah. that's where i am.

knight!eddie also doesn't leave my head. i just don't want to post this monster of a fic that honestly reads more like a fantasy novel because i don't know if y'all would like it haha. it's very intense and genuinely doesn't read like just a fic. it reads like a book. it is a book at this point. if y'all really are interested, i could always post snippets and such. it's not a matter of characterization and stuff, but... i just put a lot of work into it and it's my baby lol

[dyke-in-crisis]

my OC Venus serving face in a non-threatening, very cutesy way 🎀

[cain-e-brookman]

from my WIP, The Name, Witch

Uthyr kept calm as he moved once more though the halls until he’d made it outside the temple and off hallowed ground. The first step into a world not kept level by the Death God’s blessing took him out at the knees. Dropping to the ground, doubled over the bundle, he fought to even his breathing. The world fogged at the edges; Uthyr was glad to be on the ground where he could fall no farther.

“Stop being dramatic,” came a voice somewhere outside of Uthyr’s vision. “You did really good, actually.”

“I hate you.” The words felt juvenile, petulant. Uthyr was too shaken to articulate himself further. “You’re awful and I hate you.”

“You’re at the back of a very long line,” replied the Trickster, appearing in front of Uthyr’s kneeling form. He’d sloughed off the disguise of  “Everett,” twitching with energy and moving haltingly. As though the world could only hold him in moments. One second he looked as such and the next found him shifted to another stance. Another emotion. No wonder under the skin of a physical form he felt so chaotic. He hardly belonged in this realm at all.

Too difficult to get a full look, it was nearly impossible to pin down any true feature of his except that his hair and eyes were green, he was a short sort of skinny, and his right arm stopped at the elbow. Cut off by the Death God, Uthyr knew, in one of their innumerable skirmishes. In many ways, he appeared childish. Had the energy of a pre-adolescent. 

“I am actually impressed,” Emjir went on. “Obviously I’ve been called for your tricks, but I did have my doubts about how well you could pull that off without my assistance. Bravo. Am I using that right?”

His voice buzzed at the edges. Held multitudes. Broke through the pieces of the realm and reformed at Uthyr’s ears. Looking at him itched something in Uthyr’s mind. Something he should know, something he should see. Uthyr tightened his arms around the bundle. Its hum kept him in this world. He breathed in through his nose, holding the breath for a long moment before releasing it.

“Luminescent.”

The Trickster regarded him. “One more time?”

“Neither pearlescent nor iridescent,” clarified Uthyr. “It’s luminescent.”

“Huh,” said Emjir. “Go figure. An infant star should be iridescent, I think.”

do us both a favor and share with me a piece of your own writing that you really like. i wanna read some stuff

[bmpmp3]

ITS 1 AM you know what that means. listen to my half-mixed wips boy

No More/Mou Yada original by Fummy, ust by zoe/half a head !

[thebarontheabyss]

If your okay with spicy asks, How do you think the RO's would react to the MC giving them bedroom eyes from across a room, maybe at a meeting/ party?

I love every ask as if it were my firstborn!

Now let's spice things up 👀 Also, it's a perfect opportunity to finally use the LI artwork in asks!

Good luck trying to convey the meaning of "bedroom eyes" to Death. In the best-case scenario, they will assume there's something on their face. In the worst-case scenario, their immediate thought will be, "Oh no, are they mad at me? Did I do something wrong?" as their poor little heart performs a free-fall inside their chest.

Now, if you were to tell them what you want explicitly… Contrary to popular belief, the Grim Reaper is not very subtle, so don't expect the entire room not to notice as Death a) breaks something accidentally or b) just freezes in their spot, caught completely off-guard.

And now, to the OTHER side of the spectrum, there's a good chance that Lilith/Damian was already the first to initiate the bedroom eyes stare.

But should you get ahead of them, they will nod, their lips forming a sly smile, and approach you. "Meet me in your room in ten minutes," they whisper in your ear before blending into the crowd again.

Why the ten minutes, you ask? Well, maybe they want to torture you a little longer.

Morgan/a will probably chuckle, maybe a bit too loudly, catching the attention of those around.

Standing across the room from them, you hear their voice talking in your mind: "Did you just give me the look I thought you gave me?" As you respond with a positive grin, they ensure that everything and everyone that could keep you away from their bedroom is conveniently forgotten or dismissed: the person talking to you suddenly forgets their point, leaving you free to make your way to Morgan/a, their magic guiding your steps.

Hastur immediately recognizes the look and tries to resist as much as possible, glancing nervously at Cassy to gauge her level of distraction.

But if the timing is right and Cassy is preoccupied, Hastur's walls will soon crumble, and quickly, you will find yourself "looking at the security feeds" in his room as he hastily removes your clothes. "This is unprofessional. It will not happen again," he lies to himself, as his actions betray his words.

Peisinoe will take your lustful gaze as an invitation to a battle of wits. Prepare for a night of relentless teasing and flirtation, the foreplay of subtlety and conversation stretching on deliciously.

But as they say, good things come to those who wait, and just when you least expect it, they will sweep you away from the crowd, rewarding your patience with an intensity that only Peisinoe could deliver.

And lastly, He Without Name. As you give him your very best bedroom eyes, he vanishes momentarily, only to return with a glass of water. "For... the thirst..." he says with a perfectly calm voice, utterly oblivious to the true meaning behind your look.