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WIP acrostic tag

Thanks for the tag @the-inkwell-variable

My word is: CANDLE

C-(From Snow on the Pines) “Cya, would you like to introduce yourself?”

A- (from A Feather in the Forest) Autumn continued to inch ever closer. There was much work to be done in the village. Even so, Fen found himself one day with plenty of free time on his hands.

N-(from A Feather in the Forest) “No hunter should be without a knife. For doing duties around the camp, or even in defense of one’s life, it will never fail you.”

D-(from A Feather in the Forest) Dawn was not far off. Already streaks of light could be seen high above the trees.

L-(from A Feather in the Forest) “Look for the Great Plough. Whichever way the stars move in accordance with the seasons, the head of the Plough will always point towards the North Star.”

E-(from Snow on the Pines) “Even if his unarmed combat left much to be desired, Zephyr was still a hawk, and a hawk’s talons cut deep.”

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@rumeysawrites @sableglass @winterandwords @sarandipitywrites @talesofsorrowandofruin

@lychhiker-writes @cowboybrunch and open tag

Your word is: IGNITE

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Hey!

Need gifts this holiday season?

Holiday craft fair December 7 at Snug Harbor, SI, NY

I will have a table and be selling the following:

• Ceramic soap dishes, pie birds, incense holders/figurines

• Hand carved wands

• Watercolor and acrylic paintings

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Proud snippet/ Pride of lines tag

Thanks for the tag @theink-stainedfolk @sableglass

Post a snippet you are proud of

From Snow on the Pines:

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Fen had no idea why he was doing this, but he felt compelled to sit and speak.

“Look, everyone has their bad days. I’ve had more than my share of them. The weight of all my responsibilities and the doubts in my head come crashing down, and I just don’t feel like myself. It’s all just the absence of any motivation. I thought at first something was wrong with me, some moral failure. But I was assured that it wasn’t me. Everyone goes through their rough patches. It’s alright to not feel alright sometimes.

“But listen. I cannot do this without you. I need you to show me what to do. If you need an hour, a day, that’s fine. And if you can’t do it alone…all you need to do is ask.”

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@dyrewrites @thewritingautisticat @theaistired @glasshouses-and-stones @finickyfelix

@roselinbooks @poethill +open tag

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Cheers!

Creation Ragnarök

Before time was Chaos

Nothing and everything

Together like A raging storm

The forging of all And then all unmade.

In flames unquenched

Sparks were made song, the fate of all

Bathed in the sun, then fell in twilight.

NP @gioiaalbanoart @space-writes @paeliae-occasionally @sableglass @pippinoftheshire and anyone else who sees this!

if you see this you should totally reblog with a poem you wrote. i’m majorly lacking in motivation right now

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Writing share/ Seven Sentence Sunday/ Last line

Thanks for the tag @theink-stainedfolk @theaistired @the-inkwell-variable @agirlandherquill @illarian-rambling @alinacapellabooks

From Snow on the Pines:

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All around the trees were as thick and dark as ever. But none grew in the Deep itself. Indeed, the clearing was almost entirely devoid of vegetation. Only on the Mound of Night did grass and red spider lilies grow in the spring and summer months. This was not a natural feature, but a barrow. Beneath the plants and turf was a stone lined passageway that lead to a great central chamber, flanked by various side chambers and niches. Right at the center of the main chamber was a well shaft that lead to at least three more levels below.

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List 5 songs you like to listen to, then publish this and send this ask to the last 5 people in your notifs🎶

Cheers! Here’s five from my playlist:

1. The Bells of Rhymeny (Davis/ Seeger)

2. Holiday (Green Day)

3. Strawberry Fields Forever (The Beatles)

4. Randy Dandy-O (Trad.)

5. Masters of War (Bob Dylan)

Now it’s your turn @illarian-rambling @theaistired @theink-stainedfolk @seastarblue @winglesswriter and anyone else who sees this!

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Find the word tag

Thanks for the tag @winglesswriter

My words are: corrupt, follow, smoke, feather, goal

From Snow on the Pines:

Corrupt: “All I did was for the good of the village. I-I could not let that…thing continue to corrupt and lead everyone astray!”

Follow: “I swore to follow you, no matter what.” Fen said with much strain in his voice.“But I cannot continue to go blindly into the dark.”

Smoke: The smoke from the chimney was blowing sideways in the gale.

Feather: Hanging from the branches was the tattered remains of a cloak. It was coppery green in color, and from one torn corner was a tassel that had a single black feather.

Goal: “Right then, the goal of this exercise is to assess your balance. A good dancer should be able to keep themselves from falling over, no matter what they do, so focus”

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@lychhiker-writes @theeccentricraven @illarian-rambling @tildeathiwillwrite @sableglass

@topazadine @sunflowerrosy and open tag

Your words are: map, heart, star, guide, rise

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Friday kiss tag

Happy Friday @the-golden-comet @theink-stainedfolk

From Snow on the Pines:

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Needing some clarity of thought, Fen went out onto the balcony. After reading the diary, he couldn’t help but think of what his life may have been like. And yet, he could not imagine any life except the one he had. The feeling of a warm embrace, the first thing he saw was Sorrel’s smiling face, and then his first kiss.

What makes me ‘me’ is all that I have experienced and done. He thought after a moment. Changing anything, no matter how small would have produced someone else.

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Tagging (no pressure) @roarintheheavens @inseasofgreen @zackprincebooks @thepeculiarbird @theeccentricraven

@indecentpause @agirlandherquill @storyteller-kara @oh-no-another-idea @mysticstarlightduck

@sarandipitywrites @thatuselesshuman and open tag

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OC interview tag

Thanks for the tag @inkednotebook

I’ll be introducing you to Lady Grey from Snow on the Pines:

Are you named after anyone?

Well, my aunt had the name Grey, but when I was born, it was a rather common name.

When was the last time you cried?

Eight years ago was when I last seriously cried. The Twin Eye Hill Eyrie was destroyed in a feud with Lord Halley. Several survivors had escaped and sought refuge. When I heard what they had to say…not a single dry eye remained.

Do you have any kids?

No.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

No, not really.

What is the first thing you notice about people?

I see if they are someone I know or a complete stranger. Then I see how they present themselves, the way they move, the way they act and speak, and the way they interact with others.

What is your eye color?

Amber.

Scary movies or happy endings?

What, really? You do have the ability to make pictures move and talk? (I’ve got to ask Clio about this later) anyways, I prefer happy endings.

Any special talents?

Gardening. I’ve always been good at getting plants to thrive. And all the herbs and medicinal plants I can craft into all sorts of mixtures, infusions, and spirits.

Where were you born?

High Rock Eyrie. It’s long been abandoned, so I doubt you would be able to find it on a map.

Do you have any pets?

No I do not. I never got the concept, even after Opal explained it to me all those years ago. (I really should play a visit, it’s been too long since we last saw each other…but some of my scouts have been telling me that the northern foxes have become more insular these past few years)

What sort of sports do you play?

I never did any sports.

How tall are you?

31 inches in your measurements.

What was your favorite subject in school?

Not applicable. I’m sure you know by now that everyone getting a formal education is something that is foreign to these parts (although it is an interesting concept…I wonder why no one has tried it out yet).

What is your dream job?

If I was not the lady of the Eyrie, I would be quite happy with being an herbalist.

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Dialogue tag

Thanks for the tag @theink-stainedfolk

From Snow on the Pines:

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There was no signature. Instead there were intertwining vines, and growing from them were…

“Sunflowers.” Playa looked troubled.

“Excuse me, but is there something I’m not getting?” Cya was quite confused. “I thought that sunflowers were a sign of good fortune and the summer.”

“Not in the five villages.” Fen explained. “Vast fields of them bloom next to the Cenotaph and the Broken Cones. Both of those structures lay within the shadow of the wall. I don’t know what you heard about the sickness that lingers along the western edge of the forest, but let me assure you that it’s probably all true.”

“Because of that, the flower became intertwined with sickness and death in general.” Playa concluded before turning back to the note. “Now why in the name of Al-Gia would somebody use them to sign a letter?”

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@eccaiia @corinneglass @winterandwords @leahnardo-da-veggie @daisywords

@inkednotebook @cherrybombfangirlwrites and open tag

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OC interaction tag

TY for the rag @illarian-rambling

Illarian’s OC: Astra DuClaire is a 25 year old human with vertigo and a trademark ribbon cloak she wears everywhere. She has grown up on a debtor’s farm and has worked her ass off to learn magic to support her family, even if she wasn’t allowed to get a university education on account of her low birth. This has given her a bit of a chip on her shoulder. From the outside, Astra is supremely confident, bordering on arrogance. This is a cover for a deep well of insecurity. Astra loves magic, but she’s been told so many times that a debtor’s daughter like her will never be a true mage that she’s internalized that attitude, believing at her core that all her prized skills are flawed. Other than that, she’s mouthy, with a crude sense of humor and a deep desire to help people even if they’re total strangers. Like most mages, her curiosity brings her to places most would never go. She also tends to act before thinking things through, probably on account of her adhd. This can result in her saying things she didn’t mean or even cause violence she didn’t intend. Her hobbies include magic (duh), mechanics, and embroidery. Astra loves to sew, and often incorporates runes into her designs. She is demisexual, but who needs a relationship when there’s adventure to be had and massive amounts of emotional obliviousness to cloud your perception!

My OC: (Updated profile) Opal has served as Thá (village chief) for most of her fifty year life. Her early life was spent on a farm, but her dreams and ambitions led her to travel to Fernstan village at a young age. Being perceived as someone from the ‘backwaters’ meant that she had to endure the skepticisms and ridicule of many naysayers. Determined to prove the doubters wrong, she proved her skills as a leader who could bring the foxes of the village together. As someone who knows firsthand how inequality affects so many, she has worked hard to insure that everyone starts off on equal footing. Strong willed, she can be impassioned and stubborn at times, and other times, quite detached. In between the two ends is someone who is understanding, good natured, and has quite a sense of humor.

How they’d interact: I can see both getting along quite well. As both have had a rough time proving to everyone, and themselves, that they are more than just riffraff. There definitely will be bonding over similar experiences and the shared urge to help others, and Opal, being the older of the two, would have some words of wisdom to share. I’m sure after a while, Astra would get over her insecurities and open up. Of course, her loose mouth and rash actions may make things difficult at first, but it isn’t a deal breaker.

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5 things I like writing about

Thanks for the tag @oh-no-another-idea

Here are the first five off the top of my head:

1. Culture shock and how characters deal with it

2. Poetry and songs

3. Uncooperative Whumpees

4. Urban settings

5. Rural settings

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Writing share tag

TY for the tag @somethingclevermahogony

From Snow on the Pines:

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All around the wind howled and shouted, shaking tree branches and sending loose snow blowing in a whirlwind of white. The two struggled to make any progress through the drifts.

“We can’t stay out here much longer! It’s going to get dark soon!” Fen had to shout in order to be heard.

“Well, we can’t camp here!” Came the reply. “This place isn’t the best even when the snow is gone. There are just too many holes and bumps. We have to—“

Playa paused. Her ears twitched. A look of grave concern spread across her face.

“There’s something trying to be heard above the shouts of the wind!” Without further explanation, she turned from the main path and began shuffling through the untouched drifts.

“Wh—hey wait!” Fen had no choice but to follow.

The two trudged through the snow, only pausing long enough for Playa to listen and see if she could hear the cries. This happened three times. After blazing a crooked trail through the drifts, they came to a dense clump of firs and spruce. Most of the snow hung on the drooping branches and bent trunks, leaving ground cover that was only ankle deep. Both of them were out of breath and paused to rest a moment. It was just about then that they noticed that one of the small mounds moved.

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Character prompt- Cupcakes

Thanks for the tag @kaylinalexanderbooks

Rules: Of your characters were to eat cupcakes with flavors based on their personality, respond to the following prompts!

1. Who’d get a bitter flavor and get teased about it?

Get a bitter flavor? Reed and Captain Hesper for sure. As far as being teased…I don’t think anyone would want to risk it.

2. Which two characters would most likely get the same flavor?

I’d think that the two that would get the same flavor would be Sorrel and Fen.

3. Which character wouldn’t bother trying/ act most suspicious of what’s happening

Be suspicious? Lord Halley for sure. Leif would also be one to figure out what is going on, but he would go along.

4. Would be the one on the kitchen, preparing the trick? Why?

Opal will be the one in the kitchen. Aside from being good with baking, there is just something about this that would amuse her greatly.

5. Is asking everyone what they got, but hesitates to say theirs?

Leif. He doesn’t want anyone to be disappointed, and he doesn’t want anyone to know he likes a flavor some would consider ‘basic’

6. Is telling everyone because they got their favorite flavor?

This is 100% Rail behavior.

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Blanks under cut:

1. Who’d get a bitter flavor and teased about it 2.Which two characters would most likely get the same flavor 3. Which character wouldn’t bother trying/ act most suspicious of what’s happening 4. Who would be the one in the kitchen, preparing the trick? Why? 5. Is asking everyone what they got, but hesitant to say theirs? 6. Is telling everyone because they got their favorite flavor?

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Happy STS!! If you could give one hidden element in your story (an object, location, or even a minor character) a deeper symbolic meaning, what would it be, and what would it represent?

Happy STS!

This is an interesting one. I think that I would give deeper meaning to an old book Fen finds in Snow on the Pines. I cannot tell the significance it has with relations to him just yet, but as far as symbolism goes, the book can be interpreted as a record, keeping memories alive for others. A book is also a thing of beginnings and ends, and as this one was only half finished…well that could either be very good (the end is yet to be written; there’s a chance for a happy ending) or very bad (it’s blank because their is no future)

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Happy Storyteller Saturday 💜

This is your invitation to share a snippet of your writing that you love, and talk about why you love it.

Happy STS!

For a line that I love, I think this one from A Feather in the Forest is a good choice. It provides a good look at the character dynamics between Fen and Playa, not to mention it is the first turning point in the story:

“Don’t worry, I’ll live.” Plays reassured him [Fen]. “I’ve had to endure tedious talks and discussions about politics and village administration before.”

“If you say so.” Fen answered. “But listen, there’s something you can do. I don’t know how long this first hunt will be, so can you make sure that my father gets supplies until I come back?”

“That I will do.” Playa then made eye contact with Fen. He could see there was a serious look in her eyes.

“This is your chance to fulfill your dream. Don’t waste it.”

“I won’t.” The two hugged briefly before going their separate ways.

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Friday kiss tag

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Rewrite of Richard II (A. III Sc. II: 149–171)

For God’s sake, let us sit upon the floor

And tell sad stories of the death of nations,

How all inevitably face oblivion’s kiss,

Some fade away and are forgotten,

Some bloodied in wars they cannot win

Some poisoned from within, some corrupted and are lost

All fallen. For within that sphere of power

That all rulers do reside

Death does hold court; and there a fool sits,

Mocking and grinning at the rule of law,

All just bad jokes in his piteous play,

Where he is king upon that scepter’d land,

Once fair, now marred by vain contempt

Once fields of green beneath golden skies

Were quenched by crystal fountains clear

Till poison seeped into the well

Made sour souls, and virtues fail.

Throw down your flags and banners high

With grave reverence now. Cast aside all honor

And all pretense at higher values

Take off that mask and lay bare that face

That which I supped with for four long years

Of anger, despair. And yet here you still ask

How can I see man as a selfish imp?

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