Its Always Why Did You Go Out In The Storm And Your Soaking Wet And Never How Was The Storm The Storm

It’s always “why did you go out in the storm” and “your soaking wet” and never How was the storm The storm looked fun was it fun

and then 10, 20, and 36 for freddie, pls? take your time! - 🔮⛈

you're really spoiling me with asks <3 thanks for letting me rant about my children 10. What's their favourite food or drink? stir fry with peanut sauce or semmelknödel (german bread dumplings). they're one of the few things his parents took the time to cook, so they're major comfort food for him. not that anyone around him can cook it

20. Glass half full, or glass half empty? he is realistically pessimistic. glass half empty. depending on his mood, he may try and convince optimists that it's half empty until he goes blue or just shoot them a dirty look

36. Are they a competitive person, even for fun? he would never stoop so low as to compete with others yes he's very competitive but wouldn't be caught dead saying so

you can find the ask game here!

The trick to leaving amazing comments on fanfic (if you’re nervous to comment/have nothing to say)

Sometimes, I see people who want to comment on fics, but are shy, nervous, or just don’t think they have anything to say. So, here’s the trick to low-effort but amazing comments:

- copy-paste your favourite line from the fic into your comment.

- add an emoji showing how it made you feel, or write what it made you think.

- That’s it. That’s the entire comment.

“But that’s so low-effort, won’t that disappoint the author?” Firstly: no, authors in general love any positive feedback. English teachers aren’t grading your comments. Authors will love that you bothered to say anything no matter what you say, so long as it isn’t mean. There’s no situation where this is a concern.

Secondly: authors love this kind of comment. It’s my favourite. It demonstrates that you engaged with the text, which s always super flattering, and additionally provides extremely useful data. We want to know what lines stood out to you the most, to be worth commenting on! We want to know what they made you feel or think! Again, this isn’t an English essay; pasting your favourite joke and attaching a laughing emoji is enough! This kind of data helps us improve as writers and demonstrates that our work made somebody think or feel something. It’s great.

So there’s the tip. If you want to comment, but have nothing to say, copy-paste your favourite line and add a reaction. Works every time.

Someone: *says a random harmless phrase or statement to me*

Me, a writer, writhing on the ground like I’m about to transform into a werewolf: Oh God, oh f*ck, I feel—I feel... another story idea coming ooon *rips out notebook paper with a throat wrenching cry*

“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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