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oh well you are actually so much cooler than me (like ily sm my beautiful girlfriend that is actually my girlfriend) huh who said that? anyway like you are like so cool and so powerful and im only slightly less powerful than you but aside from that (we're the ULTIMATE power couple..hehe) WHAT WHO SAID THAT and im so cool and youre so cool
I think im the irl Sophie foster. I have blonde hair, brown eyes. I tug at my eyelashes as a nervous habit. I have a photographic memory.I Procrastinate about sleep.I have a grumpy, nosy old neighbour.I don’t look like my parents. All that’s missing is a Fitz and me being an elf (I don’t think I am…)
I LOVE THIS SMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!! YOU GUYS ARE FIRE AT WRITING FICS!!!!!1
Keep Your Friends Close
This is the third chapter of the Ocean Saga!!!
tags (as to be added or removed): @myfairkatiecat @sombrathedragon @bookwormgirl123 @thesfromhms @ham-cheese-toastie
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When Fitz reached the highest point on the floating island, he called out, “Great goddess of the Wind, Aeolus, I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but a massive storm is blocking our path to home. Can you help us out?”
A bright peal of laughter rang from the clouds. “Ha, ha ha! You found me. Let’s play a game!”
“A game?” Fitz asked. Usually, god games didn’t go over so well….
“That’s what I’m willing to do for you. If you win, you’ll get what you want.” Fitz couldn’t see her, but he swore she winked after she said that.
Fitz sighed. “Deal.”
A bag made of some type of rough fabric materialized next to where he was standing. “That bag has the winds of the storm trapped inside. All you need to do is not open the bag.”
“That sounds too easy. What’s the catch?” Fitz said suspiciously.
Aeolus laughed again. "Just remember to keep your friends close and your enemies closer! And don’t trust anyone. If your crewmates want to open that bag, you have to say no.”
“Okay,” Fitz said, hoisting the bag over his shoulder.
When he returned to his fleet, several of his men asked, “Captain, what is that? What's trapped in that bag?”
“Something dangerous friends, please don’t open it,” he answered.
“It’s treasure!” Aeolus whisper-shouted through the wind.
“What?” Fitz was confused.
“Bye-bye, little hero!” Aeolus said breezily.
“Open the bag!” Keefe demanded.
“Let’s see what you got!”
“No, do not!” Fitz snapped. “Everyone listen closely. This bag has to stay closed. It has the storm trapped inside. We can’t let the treasure rumor fly!”
“We’ll try,” the crew echoed.
ONE WEEK LATER
Fitz was lying in his quarters, searching for Sophie.
SOPHIE!! He transmitted over and over.
After the sixth try, he got a response. Fitz! I’ve been so worried! Are you alright? How’s the crew? And Keefe? And Dex?
Fitz winced. They’re fine…except Dex. He, um…Well, let me fill you in. He shared his memories of the Cyclops’s cave, and the battle, and his strange interaction with Aeolus.
When the last scene ended, there was a somber silence from both of them. Fitz, I’m so, so sorry.
It’s fine. Fitz's tired brain couldn’t handle dredging up those feelings. I’ve been awake for nine days. We’re so close, Sophie. I promise.
Fitz's tired brain couldn’t handle dredging up those feelings. I’ve been awake for nine days, just trying to make it home without storms or tidal waves. We’re so close, Sophie. I promise.
Fitz's eyelids were starting to droop. His eyes, his soul, his heart..what wasn’t beginning to be a weight?
Try to stay awake, darling. Sophie pleaded.
I keep trying to embrace you both… why won’t you let me?
He could vaguely register that that didn’t make sense, but he was too… tired… to… care…..
He was ripped back to reality by a cold gust of wind. Wake up! It called. Wake up, Fitz, they’re opening the bag, WAKE UP!!!
He jumped up, sprinting to the main deck. He couldn’t see who had done it, but the bag of wind was wide open. “NO!!!!” he yelled. He fell to his knees.
All of those sleepless days, all of the protection… for NOTHING. Aeolus’s warning came rushing to the front of his mind. “Keep your friends close and your enemies closer!”
If only he’d listened. The storm was unraveling, filling the sky with dark clouds flickering with lightning.
“Where’s the storm taking us?” Keefe yelled through the driving rain. The ship was being tossed around by the towering waves like it weighed nothing.
“I told you to keep the bag closed, but you didn’t listen!” Aeolus’s voice whispered in Fitz’s ear.
“Keefe, close the bag!” he shouted.
“But, sir, it’s too late!” he called back.
“No, no! We can save whatever wind is left to use another day! Come on!” he added when Keefe didn’t move.
After a moment his first mate darted to follow the instructions. Everyone froze when a deep chuckle erupted from the sea.
A husky voice boomed from the waves as a giant figure formed in the seafoam. “Fitz Vacker, King of Ithaca! Do you know who I am?”
You reblogged my roadwork ahead reblog multiple times
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wh-what
what job are you planning to do with your degree? sorry if that sounds rude or smth
No you're fine, when I say I'm an English major I always get the "what do you do with an English major?!" question.
Currently considering a pre-law track (which is possible with an English major) as a possibility, because it would pay well, but I'll see if I like those classes. I prefer the straight up literary analysis and love creative writing the most.
My current plan is to get an appropriate graduate degree to become and English or Creative Writing professor (so probably a PhD--if I went the creative writing specific route it might be different, but I think I would go English literature). Professors dedicate their lives to research in their field and teach--so like. To me that sounds like a dream job. It's also the job my mom has for a different field (she's a Biblical studies professor) and she has a GREAT time. Her schedule and life look like what I want to spend my life doing, and because I'm very academically focused, I think I'd enjoy a PhD program!
In addition to being a professor, I'm also interested in being an author. I mean... I'm off to an okay start since my poetry is published, but I want to put out novels, particularly for middle grade audiences. There's something about fiction for 12-year-olds that's just... incredibly charming (I don't even just mean kotlc, to which this blog is dedicated. I enjoy more middle grade books than YA books) and that's the genre I write!
There's actually a lot of realistic paths for an English major, but mine is (hopefully!) going to be PhD program -> professor + author.
Hope that answers your question anon!
the fact i try not to offer on these despite loving them heaps cos i think there'll be heaps of ppl offering and i wont win
Parents had an arranged marriage to get a better life fo both them and their families who were in the lower classes of the Icewing tribe and the other was a Silkwing that wasn't given a job, one was aroace and the other was actually bisexual, still ended up hatching this dragonet. Dragonet ended up having a very bad sense of judgement, and a large amount of self-confidence, so they got into a lot of fights with bigger bullies. Has a tendency to yank on his antennae (i think that's what their called) as a nervous habit and for stimming.
Also oddly obsessed wth murder mysteries and conspires that his teachers are all secretly vampire dragons who suck the blood out of the janiotrs. Also they've got lots of social anxiety but has a few good friends, who were earnt in thos fights.
tadaaaa!! adopt! :D
this is an icewing/silkwing! name, age, backstory, etc, are all up to you! gimme the best personality and they're sold :) i'll accept offers for a couple days! wednesday is the last day!
also. admire the lineless art pretty please. it took forever but it was so fun.
ive been saying this all day and no-one got it
i have something that i must confess
Something that I must get of my chest
ikr so weird /silly
ive been asked "what? have you been hiding something from me?!"
"that you're hungry?"
"yes we know you're hungry"
i have something that i must confess
Something that I must get of my chest
my family knows me so well
i have something that i must confess
Something that I must get of my chest
it's 8 for you isnt it
i have something that i must confess
Something that I must get of my chest