And From This Ask Game, Pls? Also Good To See You Around, Eve! Sending Good ~~ Vibes ~~ And Good Luck

☕️ and ⛸️ from this ask game, pls? also good to see you around, eve! sending good ~~ vibes ~~ and good luck to ya. :3 - 💫 (@enchanted-lightning-aes)

enchant you're an angel <33 sending good vibes back because you gave me no names, I will take the liberty of picking two characters for each question from a quest of cards and calamity ☕️ Hot Cocoa: what do your OCs do if they need reassurance or comfort? Do they talk to someone/fall back on a certain activity? Alex (prior to the narrative) often needed reassurance and comfort, since their curse messed up interactions with people and basic tasks, yet they believed the faults were their own. So there are many afternoons where they are found sitting on the large windowsill in their room with the windows flung open, vibing with the animals - a capybara on their lap, a tapir by their side, and various birds on their shoulders and in their hair. Animals don't judge and no one goes to that part of the forest. Bennie destressed in his garden. After a long day dealing with customers who could somehow never interpret his painstakingly simple instructions correctly and minor injuries they could have tended to at home, they find no better place to be than among dirt and leaves. Covered all the way up to his elbows in earth, weeds curling and dying in the folds of his skirt, and a trowel waiting to be used by their side.

⛸️ Ice Skating: tell us about a skill your OC has. Is it unusual? Something they worked hard on? Does it ever come in handy? Cuckoo (when magic was around) was really great at manipulating the taste of things with their illusions. She would mess with people at the circus, often making some panic by making them think they were eating something they were allergic to when they were actually okay. They used it often when bouncing from village to village - she'd make chefs or patrons think food had spoiled so they would throw it out for her to eat. Though, sometimes she still made a scene in a restaurant. Just for fun. Maggie translated her wealth of knowledge for intricate braids - which came from days of practice being shut up in the house for her own protection - to learning to tie a myriad of sea-worthy knots. She hasn't used that skill yet, but she's sure it'll come in handy someday. Maybe. Hopefully.

ask game is linked in the ask (thanks for that)

Hello! For the winter asks:

🧤Gloves: share a snippet you’re particularly proud of!

Thanks for the ask!

I know I know this isn't from any wip but I did write a really great description from a horror short story.

Quick narrative summary: Super dedicated scholar is trying to save the library of Alexandria before Emperor Theodosius I can have it destroyed. He finds an old scroll with a protection ritual on the back, collected by Callimachus about the grecco-egyptian god of the city, Serapis.

I shudder to think what would have happened if this statue would have looked at if left to weather the elements. It likely would have been covered in moss, making any hairy areas seem as though the statue was coming to life, and crawling vines would have overtaken it like veins bursting from the skin. Fortunately, this was not the case. Unfortunately, the damages done were far worse. The hound Cerberus at his feet looked almost like a normal dog — only one of his three heads was complete, the other two lacking ears and nose and jowls. The remaining head had what would have been its skull caved in. It made the dog look murderous, eyes narrowed, remains of his latest meal rubble between his fangs. Serapis’ legs and lower toga looked like tree bark, chipped and pockmarked by shards from destruction occurring higher up. His chair was on the edge of toppling over, the back legs knocked clean away. I held up what was once his upright arm that held a scroll from our great library — it had flown halfway across the open space — and I could see matching divots where the arm was used as a club to knock out the legs. Serapis’ chest was caved in, though the rubble in his lap constituted more than the missing chunks from his chest; this was likely where his other arm had ended up. His face was unrecognizable. Upon further inspection, it seemed a fist had done this damage, though no blood had been left on the stone. Holding up my own fist to the veritable pebbles in the crater, the damage seemed to have been done by a similarly sized hand. There seemed to be anger emanating from the statue, though because of what I can only speculate on; perhaps the destruction of the statue itself, or of the city Serapis holds so dear.

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AAA that’s so cute!!!! I love them so much

🥶 and 🧤 for the winter prompts!

🥶 Ice: what’s been the most difficult scene for you to write?

OH man, literally anything romantic. I just, like...stare at my screen blankly, feeling warm and fuzzy with no words in my brain.

As you can imagine, this becomes difficult for the romance scenes in my fantasy romance books.

🧤Gloves: share a snippet you’re particularly proud of!

Here, have a cute little moment between Emry and Aspen in The Stray Spirit:

After [Cal] left, Emry stared at his blank letter for a while. Paced around. Sipped some cold tea. Then finally settled on pulling out his lute and riffing on a few pieces. There wasn’t much point in practicing now, but there was some comfort to be found in weaving his favorite chords together. Aspen sat cross-legged on the table, holding a cold cup of coffee with both hands. Though they said nothing, Emry could tell they were holding in a question. They were watching him too intently, their lips pressed into a line. “Yes, Aspen?”

Aspen set down the cup. “Now that I’m not going back to my grove, could you teach me how to play the lute?”

“No.”

“No?”

Emry grinned. “Because you’ll learn far too quickly and put me out of a job.”

“I won’t! I won’t, I swear—”

“I’m kidding.” He nudged the spirit’s knee. “Of course, I’ll teach you how to play. You do live inside this thing, after all. Here, want to start now?”

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happy STS - do you have any decisions in a story that could make it diverge wildly in a different direction? Have you ever thought about an alternate universe with that?

Happy STS!! Answering late again haha

Honestly, I’m not too creative in this lens haha. I have a couple stories that I write with a friend where I like to talk about potential diverging paths and alternative universes, but when it comes to my own stories…often times I feel like I put so much into characters’ driving motivations or fatal flaws that it feels like they really would only choose one option even if more are given. But it also doesn’t help that I rarely actually get to plotting out scenes/plot points out in my stories; can’t change what doesn’t exist :p

However, there’s kind of that line of thought going on with my current story Slips of the Stars, but with the opposite outcome. Because Slips believes that they’re in a story being reread over and over, they believe that any decisions that they, or anyone else, makes is inconsequential, as it always comes to the predetermined ending with minimal changes.

[image description: a digital drawing of a dark skin person with glasses and braids, with two braids in the front sticking up oddly, looking towards the right of the screen, holding a juice box. They are wearing a green sweater and have pink ombré highlights in their hair. They look visually unimpressed. The background is a light desaturated orange color with white strips on the top and bottom of the drawing.]

(There are decisions that have significant, lasting effects, but until Slips finds them…they’re just very bored watching the same thing happen over and over no matter what happens beforehand.)

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