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I worked on we faceless folk for this first time in months today and this is what I wrote. It’s about Rachel finding out that Chinwe’s ex, Yejin, might be connected to her disappearance. But it’s my first draft so I’ll probably change it later

I will never forget the way Chinwe talked about her. Her voice would grow loud and fast, but not with the type of passion that would make me nervous. It was an anger unsettled.

Chinwe told me that Yejin is horribly possessive. At first, Yejin would tell her that hearing Chinwe talk about other girls upset her. Then that escalated to her calling Chinwe names and making her feel guilty, so she stopped talking about anyone else at all. Finally Yejin started taking up all of Chinwe’s time so she was the only person in Chinwe’s life. Chinwe didn’t even realize until several of her friends questioned why she never hung out anymore.

“She completely drained me,” Chinwe once said. “She was like a vampire, sucking away all my love.”

I suddenly yearn for the way she wrapped her arms around my middle. For the way she said, “But you’re so giving. I only want to give you enough in return.”

Just seeing Yejin’s name on the screen fills me with hatred.

I spent hours working on these few paragraphs about riding a horse. I’m so proud of how they turned out I wanted to post them here

I turned back around and urged Silver faster on the empty path ahead of us, hoping that if we quickened the pace, we would be able to take a break sooner.

Not a single soul was out taking a ride or heading someplace, not even with a popular town like Spellworks nearby. If someone else had the same idea to travel to Nightbeam Territory tonight, they were probably taking the more prominent road that went through all of Spiritwalker, Herbneivorous, and Fang territories.

As the night dragged on, my hands went numb from the sting of the chilled air and my harsh grip on the reins, but I barely noticed. My heart thudded in time with each of Silver’s hoofbeats, moonlight seeped into my lungs with each breath. My body shivered but my blood was alight with adrenaline. For a moment as I traveled between borders, I belonged to no clan; I was one with the world.

The land shifted before my eyes. Thick foliage thinned out into dried grass and stars danced to new positions in the sky. When I was sure we were getting close to the mountains that marked the western border of Nightbeam Territory, I pulled Silver to a stop at the side of the road.

This week I've been writing only a few sentences a day. Today I somehow thought to add dialogue to a chapter I hadn't touched in months. So here's my few sentences of the day:

Catalina busied herself by rummaging through her cabinets. “How was the palm reading?”  “It was…interesting.” I steered the subject away from my fortune. I was unsure what to make of it yet, and someone I had known for less than a week definitely did not need to know. “The girl is very talented.” “I know! She told my future too, months ago. Part of it has already come true. She said I would meet someone grand.” “Oh, who was that?” She covered a giggle with her hand. “It was you.”

I woke up early this morning so I used that time to write a bit of action. Here's a snippet

Energy burst from the spirit as she grew back into her original size, fueled by anger so potent I felt it electrifying the air. This time, her head expanded to half the size of her body and her arms curled and contorted until they resembled talons. My heart raced, threatening to break out of my chest. There was nothing I could do for her like this. 

I reached back to open the door, but of course, the doorknob did not exist on this side of the wall. We only uncovered the rune on the other side. Suddenly I felt the pain of a blade through back of my shoulder. I looked over it, but saw nothing.

Spiritwalker Masterlist

Finally compiled all my important posts about my wip into one list. I’ll keep adding more as I post more.

@wyked-ao3 @unrepentantcheeseaddict since you were interested in my wip and I promised updates here you go!

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Worldbuilding

Spiritwalker Clan

Herbneivorous Clan

Fang Clan

Psychic Clan

Arsonite Clan

Aquatic Clan

Nightbeam Clan

Characters

Mood Boards

Daron

Kelsee

Cassidy

Maya

Iris

Playlists

Aria

Naomi

Cassidy

More coming soon

Snippets

Chapter 17 Snippet

Chapter 21 Snippet

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First Draft v Second Draft Chapter 1

First Draft v Second Draft Chapter 31

It's so funny editing the last few chapters of my first draft because it's so obvious I was rushing to get to the end. Take a look at the difference between my first attempt and my second draft.

First draft

It took several minutes for my morning haziness to wear off the next morning. I was dressed and ready, waiting for Maya. Then I remembered what she had done and that she was not coming. I was almost late to class. Catalina pulled me aside after class to update me. She said there was not much her mother could do since we were attacked outside of school, but she was going to announce later that we are all to stay on campus for the time being. 

Second draft below cut

Maya did not show up to my room the next morning. I did not wait for her. Dressing was harder than ever with only one completely functional hand. I struggled with buttons and tying up my hair, and the strain I put on my hand worsened the pain so badly I had to stop multiple times. It took almost the entire morning to ready myself, but I could not rely on my attendant. Not anymore.  I pushed Maya to the back of my mind on my way to class, having decided the night before that the best course of action was to discuss this issue with Madame Spiritwalker. As the highest authority figure in our clan, she had the right to know.  I trusted her to make a decision that deep down I knew I could not. A month with Maya as my attendant made me emotionally involved, and that was the last thing a Spiritwalker needed. My mother taught me how to be just. I did not want her to see how I fell short of that quality in this situation. By the time I made it to the hallway, classroom doors were already slamming shut. Catalina waited outside one of them, her concern placed elsewhere. She frantically glanced around the hallway, visibly letting out a breath when she saw me. When I came close, she pulled me off to the side with her. “Are you alright? I’ve been waiting for you all morning.” She was thinking about last evening. I knew because I was too. Placing Maya out of my thoughts left room to be filled, and the knowledge that someone tried to kill me demanded that space. I realized that in the chaos of the event, I never did get to tell everyone that I was alright. I reassured Catalina then, making sure she knew my lateness was about my hand, not the attack. The bell rang mid-sentence, but from her softening features I knew she understood. “I wanted to tell you,” she hurried, “that my mother said since the attack happened off campus there is nothing she can do, but she is going to address it.”

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So many words swarmed inside me. So many apologies, admissions, feelings. More than I ever felt before, all fighting their way to be the first to escape. As I stared at the unsightly blue streaks permanently marring my hand, somehow the words that pushed their way out were, “I am not perfect.”

Catalina tilted her head up, meeting my eyes with her soft ones. “No one is. That’s why we’re witches, not goddesses.”

She stayed silent for a second, thinking. “I actually think they were not perfect either. If they were, they would have kept their power instead of giving it to us.”

“I need to be perfect. When I am not, things like this…”

“It’s not your fault.”

I swallowed a lump in my throat. “She was my attendant. She took care of me, but I was still responsible for her. I am responsible for my whole clan.”

“You are not responsible for the decisions other people make. You didn’t even know about Maya’s decisions, so how could you be? We cannot be perfect, Daron. We can only be better.”

Gently tagging @the-golden-comet @alinacapellabooks

All quotes are from my wip, Spiritwalker. These are some of my favorites!

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WAIT I THINK I GOT IT

The school had a certain power to beckon spirits into being. I thought they were a product of its bloody past; yet a century later, it staked its claim on a third innocent. And now with every spirit bridged, it beckoned me in their place. Time had stopped for me, as unmoving as my body, which had been made heavy by guilt and remorse. Nothing around me changed. Nothing new happened. If my spirit really did leave my body behind, I doubted I would even notice.

I'm not even joking about how much I worked on this. These are all the iterations it took for me to get the paragraph right

I began to understand what it felt like to be a spirit. Unable to do anything, unsure of when the nothingness will end. I had no idea how long I had been stuck in my room for, but with nothing to keep me company other than guilt and remorse, it felt like eternity. 

In the next day I had become a living spirit. I heard no sound, saw nothing except the dark sheets I laid my head on. I knew time must have been moving, but with the curtains drawn and nothing happening, there was no indication of it. Or I had stopped existing within time, stuck in this space with only guilt and remorse to keep me company.

This school had a certain power to beckon spirits into being. It coaxed a hatred strong enough to kill and lured the weak-willed to stay forever. And now, with every spirit bridged, it beckoned me in their place. I stayed as unmoving as time with nothing to keep me company except guilt and remorse. Nothing changed. Nothing happened. If I really did become a spirit, I doubted I would even notice.

I’ve spent the past several days writing and rewriting one paragraph. h e l p

This far into my draft I can really see Daron’s character development. I’m so proud of my baby girl. Look!

Chapter one Daron

Something sweet rose up from my chest but I promptly tamped it back down.

I did not take even a single glance back at the black-brick mansion. My path had already been laid out, and it led away from Spiritwalker Mansion. I would not be able to keep moving forward if my head was turned back, even for a second.

Daron now

“How are you?” I searched Catalina’s foresty eyes and found no judgment; none of the expectation for apathy that I was used to. I only saw compassion. It broke me further. “It hurts.” “I know.” Catalina gently moved my head so it rested on her shoulder…and I let her.

IT'S SPOOKY MONTH!! HERE'S A SPOOKY SNIPPET FROM SPIRITWALKER

The icy tiles warmed beneath my skin. No more waiting.

I pushed at the wall and the entire section behind the mosaic shuttered. My strange suspicion was correct—there was a hidden passageway in the tunnel—but I needed more force to open the door all the way.

I pressed my other hand to the wall and pushed harder, straining the muscles in my back and shoulders. The wall moved inwards this time, rotating like a cog, until it was just a sliver between two gaps. There was enough room for a witch to comfortably walk on either side.

I gestured to Maya. “Are you coming?”

The younger witch, ever loyal, followed me into the pitch black that awaited us. The smell of mold slapped me in the face, and I had to resist the urge to cover my nose in order to keep my grip on the wall. I stretched my foot as far as it would go, trying to gauge how far the passage went, but only felt emptiness. This vast, dark, unknown space should have frightened me, but instead I was struck with a strange familiarity. I had been here before—in my dreams.

Once we were both fully inside, I let go of the wall. Considering its weight, I assumed that it would gradually slide back into place. Instead it slammed shut, sealing me and Maya in the mysterious hole. I could hear her hands frantically scraping against the bricks, searching for a way out.

“What do we do, Lady Daron?” 

“I am sure that Ann Marie will open the door if we stay here for too long. As for the dark, you can leave it to me.”

I slipped my spirit dagger out from its hidden holster with one hand and used the other to locate a wall. When I could feel the solid surface, I stuck the tip of my dagger into the stone. It cut through easily as the brick was so old it chipped and crumbled upon force. Muscle memory took over, carving out the rune spell for light for me.

All of the walls illuminated brilliantly, as if a star was hidden inside of them. Keeping my dagger in my hand, I surveyed my surroundings. The room was smaller than I suspected, only large enough to fit about ten people. Moss and mold grew on the walls and weeds sprouted from cracks in the stone floor. How long had this place been forgotten?

Maya’s gasp echoed across the walls and I turned to see what startled her. In the corner was what appeared to be a girl, but she had no skin, no color. Her body was solely light, occasionally sparkling with the intensity of her energy. I tightened my grip on my spirit dagger.

“Hello,” the spirit said. “I would introduce myself, but I do not know who I am.”

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(Pre) WIP Wednesday

I'll post the snippets tmr when the poll is done :)

pre WIP Wednesday

I think if billy wins again i'm gonna have a dif character for the wip at the bottom cuz this is ridiculous guys 🙄

WIP Wednesday

Poll

Under the Weather, Over this Shit

Okay, yes. Currently Billy was sick, very, very sick. He had a fever that was much too high and a cough that made him want to die more than the fever did. He’d spent the last few days, held up in the cave in a nest of blankets and water bottles that he kept making portals to take the backs of shelves in big chain stores. He felt somewhat bad for stealing but then he’d cough again and realize that he actually didn’t give a damn.  

Marvel had been fine with chilling in Billy’s mind and using the time to catch up on some much-needed rest (No, he didn’t need sleep, but it was nice sometimes). However, their plans of a chilled recovery in the cave were foiled by the beeping of their comm. Sure, Billy could’ve just ignored it, it was probably nothing after all, but he seriously didn’t need the league on his case about ignoring a message. He couldn’t exactly tell them he had a cold that was kicking his ass. No, he had to answer it and suck it up. 

One thing about Billy is that he was not a very likeable person when he was ill. Maybe when he was younger, and didn’t have to ignore the illness and just carry on, but not anymore. He’d learnt and adapted to be the worst that he could when he was sick, this way people avoided him, and he was harder to take advantage of… he’d learnt that lesson the hard way. 

Actually, getting up and transforming and getting to the zeta and walking to the meeting room took so much willpower that Billy just wanted to die. Even being in the completely healthy, not sick, body of Marvel did nothing to help him, Marvel had offered to take more control but the idea of being out of control of his body sent such a jolt of fear through him that he didn’t even need to voice his denial. Marvel knew and he wouldn’t push him. 

6. write 3 sentences of any wip you’d like, post it in the answer. 

thanks for another ask! xx

It crept up on all of us. Pancreatic cancer, I think- no, know, after my mother translated it for me.

The doctors confirmed it for what felt like the millionth time, their voices flat and tired, and me, struggling to understand what they were saying.

from: wip ask game

They're so sweet! I love Mourisha

WIP snippet

Posting a little WIP snippet nobody asked for no apparent reason (may have been inspired by @chazzawrites ) Enjoy!

For context: mourisha’s intro

rukard’s intro

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This was so good! And a real delight to read. I can't wait to read more, and the animal hybrids would be so good to read

The thing is here!

Remember how I’ve been babbling about this chapter that I’m very excited about and want to post here once I finish it? I finished it, so here it is!

T/W: nothing serious, but there is a hunt scene where an animal is killed, and it’s briefly described. And repeated mentions of alcohol concumption.

Note: Again, not a native English speaker. If you think something sounds strange, please, tell me! This is the first draft, so there’s a chance some details might change, but the hardly anything serious. Also this is about 1,900 words - not very long, but you might want to find a comfortable place and maybe get some tea.

Chapter 3. Never cry Villain

Where a sad and lonely person becomes perpetually more sad.

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