Be Honest: You Write Because For That Keyboard Asmr Sound

be honest: you write because for that keyboard asmr sound 😂

my mutuals are the best writers !!!! they write the prettiest poetry and rhe prettiest stories and they OWN their craft and their styles !!! are so unique and enchanting i want to DROWN in them

“I’m your rival. I’m inconvenient even in death.” rivals to lovers my favourite!!

and the banter and the very end is amazing

i think the best thing about their dynamic in this scene is the mutual love for the others opposite approach to the world. playful vs serious, acting vs watching, energetic vs serene

they’re just amazing and so is your writing

a rival most vial excerpt: the boys are floating

It’s been a while since I’ve posted a longer snippet on here! again, not fully edited. just stuff I’m updating as I go through draft 2.

Synopsis: The boys are testing out their joint commission- a levitation potion with a purple wing illusion. (It’s a birthday present for the governor’s daughter.) They get into some shenanigans.

Word Count: 843

TW/CW: romance

Eli moved his arms, deftly turning himself into another tilted, slow-motion spin. Even his sun earrings floated as if he were swimming. “This is so cool—here, we need to try the dragon wings, while we’re still levitating.”

Ambrose plucked his glass from his hand and placed their cups on the cleaning table. The cleaning gemstones flashed, whisking away the last drops of potion at the bottom of the glasses. As he picked up the glasses and turned, he over-corrected and bumped into the sharp edge of his worktable. “Ow.”

“Hey, there.” Eli grabbed Ambrose’s waist, reeled him back, and turned him around to face him. A flush immediately crept up Ambrose’s neck, and despite the clothing between them, he felt every inch of Eli’s fingers as they slipped away to pour the yellow potion.

“This one might taste sharp,” Eli warned, and knocked it back much the same as the first potion. Ambrose imitated him once more, and scrunched his nose when the predicted sharpness hit the back of his tongue.

“You weren’t wrong,” he started, then paused. His shoulders suddenly felt a little heavy, and he twisted around to see what it was. 

Two dragon wings, wispy, ephemeral, and most of all purple, glimmered at his shoulders. 

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beer cheese soup, corn chowder, and bouillabaisse for the soup game ask? have a decent day ahead, eve! :3 - 🔮⛈ (@enchanted-lightning-aes)

thanks for the ask enchant!! i hope you have a decent day too <3

Beer Cheese Soup: A scene from your wip that made you laugh Bitter & Sweet part 2 has a great banter section between the three baristas that makes me grin like a fool and this one is from something that i love that may be introduced someday

“Hello?” June called out nervously. There was a flash of bronze light before an arrogant but excited voice called out, “Your knight in shining armor has arrived!” “And I’m here to make sure your’ knight in shining armor’ doesn’t kill anyone else,” another voice added. A tall figure emerged from the haze. Topaz had a medium build with tufts of their usual bright orange hair liberally coated in grey dust. Their bronze and black eyes reflected the light in the room, not unlike a cat. They wore an open navy waistcoat that was barely visible against their dark skin in the dim light. They pushed their hair back, revealing a patch of bronze scales, similar to many others on other parts of their body, indicating, along with their pointed ears and fangs, their inhuman nature. “What are you talking about?” they protested. “I wouldn’t have done anything like that. Besides, that guard was an accident! His plume tickled my nose! I didn’t mean to incinerate him.” “Ah, yes, and I assume setting the barracks on fire was also accidental?” Circe stepped forward into the light, cutting a surprisingly impressive figure, despite her short stature. “We really need to get your allergies under control.” Topaz whined, “My allergies are the problem here?! How many spells do you have that would fix the amount of pollen in the air? And you’re telling me we’re not going to bring up your magic blast?” Circe batted at Topaz, who rolled their eyes. “You know for a fact that the only reason my magic went off at all was because you snuck up on me in that dark hallway!” “It’s not my fault you’re paranoid,” they grumbled, before kicking a rock. It launched across the room, hitting the ceiling and knocks down a slab of stone, sending June scrambling out of the way with a yelp. “Sorry!” they called before turning to face Circe again. “I’m also sorry you’re such a stick in the mud.” They stuck their tongue out before tilting their head away, pouting childishly.

Corn Chowder: Were any characters created/erased from the wip? a lot of characters are created on a whim, such as fera and her girlfriend, nala, and are added into aus with characters from a new infection, but other than them, no one has been added to a wip!

Bouillabaisse: Which character was hardest to name? victor-hecate. i had a ton of ideas knocking around in my head for them, so it was hard to settle on that

from this ask game

 Hey, to you sci-fi/fantasy writers out there (and maybe some others, but this is mainly for things that can’t really be researched irl), if you want to write a character who is a driven, passionate expert on something, don’t write about them rambling indifferently about some boring, mundane part of it. Give them a deep, intense hatred of some oddly specific wow-I-did-not-even-know-that-was-a-thing-and-it-would-have-never-occurred-to-me-that-it’s-a-bad-thing thing they’ll gladly rant about.

 Write a dragon rider who really fucking hates it when a dragon is trained to bow while being reined. A space ship engineer who is pissed off when perfectly good antimatter ship has been adapted to run on neutral matter. A historian who is still not over the massive failures of a general who lost a specific battle 300 years before she was born.

 The guy currently giving us a series of lectures on the restoration of historical buildings really, really hates polymer paint. At the artisan school our stained glass teacher really hated this one specific Belgian artist - we never really figured out what did that guy even do, but he’s been dead for over 200 years and our teacher was glad that at least he’s dead.

 Experts don’t just know things you’ve never thought about. They’ve got strong opinions about it.

the solemn pain of reading a story that’s not finished and then remembering it’s YOU that has to finish it…