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âËâš ă ¤a collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.
[ đď¸ ]ă ¤.ă ¤what do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ?
[ âď¸ ]ă ¤.ă ¤do they crave touch or fear it ?
[ đ ]ă ¤.ă ¤do they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ?
[ đď¸ ]ă ¤.ă ¤when did they feel the safest ?
[ đ¤ ]ă ¤.ă ¤how do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ?
[ đŚ ]ă ¤.ă ¤what is a fear they never talk about ?
[ đ ]ă ¤.ă ¤what is a secret theyâve sworn never to tell ?
[ 𪢠]㠤.㠤when was the last time they broke a promise ?
[ 𫳠]㠤.㠤who do they feel they owe, but never paid back ?
[ đź ]ă ¤.ă ¤what do they always carry with them ?
[ 𧨠]ă ¤.ă ¤whatâs the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ?
[ âď¸ ]ă ¤.ă ¤what does guilt feel like to them ?
[ đ˘ ]ă ¤.ă ¤who have they never forgiven and never will ?
[ 𩸠]㠤.㠤is there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ?
[ đ§ď¸ ]ă ¤.ă ¤is there a pain they refuse to heal from ?
[ đŞ ]ă ¤.ă ¤when have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ?
[ đż ]ă ¤.ă ¤what superstition or ritual do they cling to ?
[ đ ]ă ¤.ă ¤when was the last time they cried ?
[ đž ]ă ¤.ă ¤do animals like them instinctively ?
[ 𪜠]㠤.㠤how do they laugh ?
[ đŤ ]ă ¤.ă ¤who taught them what love is ? did it hurt ?
[ đ ]ă ¤.ă ¤do they believe theyâre worthy of being loved ?
[ đ ]ă ¤.ă ¤what is their main love language ?
[ đŚ ]ă ¤.ă ¤who do they search for ?
[ đ ]ă ¤.ă ¤is there a story they love sharing with others ?
[ đ ]ă ¤.ă ¤do they have a dream or goal they have given up on ?
[ đŻď¸ ]ă ¤.ă ¤what memory do they replay when theyâre alone ?
[ đŞď¸ ]ă ¤.ă ¤whatâs the one choice they regret (not) making ?
[ đ§Š ]ă ¤.ă ¤whatâs a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ?
[ đť ]ă ¤.ă ¤what kind of drunk are they ?
[ âď¸ ]ă ¤.ă ¤what kind of letter would they write but never send ?
[ đĄď¸ ]ă ¤.ă ¤what is a scar that they have but never talk about ?
[ đ¸ď¸ ]ă ¤.ă ¤do they have a favourite lie they like to hear ?
[ 𪌠]㠤.㠤what would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ?
[ đą ]ă ¤.ă ¤what kind of future do they crave, and whoâs in it ?
[ đ ]ă ¤.ă ¤do they have a recurring dream or nightmare ?
[ đ ]ă ¤.ă ¤do they feel like they belong ?
[ â ]ă ¤.ă ¤what does âhomeâ mean to them ?
[ đ§ ]ă ¤.ă ¤where would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?
for this week's @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt!
also, go check out the first chapter of A Healing for the Birds, there's an easter egg for it here!
word count: 516
ao3 link
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âUnripe mangoesâŚâ Eshani crushed one of the offending mangoes between her thumb and forefinger, its flesh and juice spilling down her hand.
Before her laid boxes of more mangoes on her desk. Unopened, bar one, the boxes arrived with a hallmark note.
âFool me once, Allurique, and you had my attention,â She put the split flesh into her mouth, before pulling another one out of the box. âFool me twice, and now I ought to find out the rest.â
She popped the mango into her mouth, as if popping hard grapes. It lit her tongue with a sour tang, the type she could get accustomed to.
Now held the matter of these boxes. Her household preferred sweeter delights, spoiled on South Helindaâs exploits. Other fruits possessed nicer flavours, nicer uses, better qualities of magic concentration.
Unripe mangoes were best sent to anyone named High Councillor DarĂźven.
How Eshani yearned to be there when he opened the boxâ She smiled at the thought.
Would one box go amiss? She popped another mango into her mouth, and sealed the lid.
All the boxes got scooped into her hands as she left, heading up to her bedroom.
Autumnâs Equinox would rear its head in a few days, with decisions abound and Chalices to be found. Clothes for her decision, and mangoes for the one who loved her.
Would another box, or one, go amiss for her amour? A crowâs gift went without remark in their significance.
She grimaced. Crows do not have proclivities for mangoes, in gift nor receipt. Their lady with one would be but a blatant mismatch.
More questions. The mango merchant held renown for debts unpaid and mangoes made. She watched his movements each chance she glimpsed him, chances scant yet precious.
Her previous endeavors served as practice for the next one. What clothes to wear, what expression to don, the things to say and not say.
Eshani opened the door to her room of clothes. Long, colourful dresses and coats dangled from wooden poles along the walls, some shoes and other fabrics folded into drawers.
She glided her spindly fingers along the top of the coats, finding purchase on one with a moderate collar of maroon feathers. A relic from an older time, its sleeves ruffled yet untouched, its dark shade of maroon the subject of a servantâs compliment.
She looked at it for a long moment, and placed it back. Most of her attire came in fervent hues of flame, some blessed with phoenix feathers, others embroideries of gold.
Another coat dangled at the end of the pole, one with an asymmetrical collar of peacock feathers. More feathers curled around the ends of the sleeves, with a grand tail of feathers emerging from behind.
It occurred to her as the wear of Helindian nobility and certain named recipients of unripe mangoes. The perfect wear for finding the unpaid debts.
She filtered through her memory, flashing a variety of faces through her form.
Close, but not too much.
Eshani found her strategy for finding the unpaid debt â the form of a noble away on business.
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This snippet is coming out of Chapter Two of A Healing for the Birds (here's the first one if anyone's curious đ)
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Alycja stood near the foot of the queue, reciting spells in her head.
Peers in front and behind her waited as she did, on the cusp of doing the rites which would earn them their first runes.
She twisted her motherâs syrchel in hand. To both sides of her sat the crowd in pews, whispering amongst themselves. On the right, her family took the front-most pew, her best friend and her father there too.
Torches flickered alongside the ends of the pews, leading towards the grand flame upon the altar.
She remembered the day of her sisterâs ceremony, where she gradually snuffed all the flames as she moved up the queue, reigniting them when she made the stage.
Alycja muttered a prayer for her own spell to work.
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Here's an open tag, plus tags for @traderotales @forthesanityofstorytellers @crimsonshadetress @winterandwords @themightytej @alintalzin and @oh-no-another-idea
â¨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)
đIs there any posted fic you want to rework/re-edit/re-write?
đŤwhat is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?
đis there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?
đŚwhat are you most insecure about when you post a fic?
đťwhat makes you want to give up on writing? what makes you keep going?
đżhow does creating make you feel?
đin what ways has writing helped you process trauma and/or navigate through your own life?
đgive yourself a compliment about your own writing
đdescribe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change?
đhow often do you celebrate completing & posting a work? how often do you give yourself the credit/validation that you seek from others when you post? (if you don't, you should!)
đwhat's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language
đwhat is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?
đ¤what's one fic of yours you think people didn't "get"?
đŻď¸was there a fic that was really hard on you to write, or took you to a place you didn't think it would take you?
đĽfind your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it.
đwhy did you start writing?
đwhy is writing important to you?
đĄwhy is writing and sharing your writing important for fandom?
đŞwhat is your post-writing/sharing aftercare? How do you take care of yourself or celebrate yourself when you've finished a fic?
đď¸which one of your fics would you like someone to make a pod-fic of?
đ¤˛what do YOU get out of writing?
đwhen you leave comments on a fic, do you want to hear back from the writer?
âŻď¸how do you think engaging with each other through tumblr, twitter, comments, kudos, creates healthy fandom experiences? How do you deal with that if you're not a social person/experience social anxiety?
đ§żwhat steps do you take to not take things personally if a fic doesn't do well, or if your writing/posting/sharing experience isn't going how you'd like it to?
đshare something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!
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Why artists and writers reblog their work multiple times:
They posted it late at night and want people to see it in the daytime
They want others to reblog it
They want more attention for it
THEY WANT OTHERS TO REBLOG IT
They have followers in different timezones and want everyone to get a chance to see it
THEY WANT OTHERS TO REBLOG IT
IF THEY REBLOG IT MULTIPLE TIMES, THEYâRE DOING IT BECAUSE THEY WANT ATTENTION FOR IT AND THEYâRE LIKELY NOT GETTING ENOUGH, SO THEY KEEP REBLOGGING IT IN THE HOPES THEYâLL GET SOME
i hate how some people in the dating scene treat aspecs like these.. challenges to be conquered. "oh you're ace but like, you're one of the ones that still has sex right? one of the cool ones??" genuinely go fuck yourself. i wish just "nonsexual" was a common identity label instead sometimes because at this point it's like i have to fill in dots for my specific brand of ace, which is okay but like!! i don't want to fuck you. i'm never going to want to fuck you. not if you're nice to me, not if i love you, not for anything in the world. i want friends, and i want to hold hands, and sometimes i want hugs or maybe a headpat. a "lover" to me would just be a best friend that prefers those small intimacies. i'll still let you take me to dinner because free food is free food but if i see a little square come out of your wallet and it's NOT a parmesan cheese packet then i can and will throw you into New River Gorge
for this week's @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt!
word count: 789
for context, this is all the way back when this pair of characters first met, at 7/8 years old (they're now 303/304 as of A Healing for the Birds, lmao!)
ao3 link
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Rooks and ravens werenât known to mix.
Should they do, as they did on this fateful day, their flight paths may cross but never pass, bound for disparate destinations.
Upon the next sunrise, a raven perched on a branch overlooking a hole into the undergrowth. Gnarly roots masked the entrance to the local crow court, the rumoured home of the jackdawsâ Duke.
He watched as all manner of crows emerged from the hole. Rooks, jackdaws, magpies, a handful of hooded crows for good measure. Some cawed at him, others flying out without a word.
Another rook landed at the top of the gap, shifting into the maroon-haired girl he saw yesterday.
âWho are you?â She asked, just as he went into human form and fell backwards, raising his head to see her.
âHello!â The branch cracked, and fell, sending him to the ground with an âoof!â.
He heard her laughter as he stood up and rubbed the dirt off his legs, offering a dusty hand to her. âIâm Petrius.â
âOh, youâre the raven I saw yesterday!â She blinked in surprise, beaming. âYou may call me Claudia. Do you have time?â
âWhy wouldnât I?â He shrugged. Most days he would be under one of his brothersâ wings, off hunting with the wolves or making fabrics out of deerskin. Other times had them stealing other birdsâ eggs, despite their parentsâ orders not to do it for fear of the victim being a swan or one of those crows.
âCome along, then.â Claudia smiled, going into bird form as he did the same.
The pair flew over a litany of conifers. Mist from the morning faded upwards, settling as clouds blotting out the skyâs hues.
He wondered where they were going, as a ruin came into view. It lacked two of its four walls, the remainder forming a corner with a single slit window, an arch and a decent chunk of its middle floor hanging on.
A small stream flowed in front of it.
Claudia landed and shifted first, drifting her hand over the archway. âThis is my little alcove, I come here if I think it might rain.â
âSo you think itâs going to?â Petrius sat upon the grass, looking up at the sky and thinking it would be fine. The grass held no such droplets either.
âI donât think so.â She sat down near him. âItâs just a nice spot.â
âThen donât jinx it!â Laughter followed from the both of them, hers fading first, akin to a rookâs caws.
âSo what do ravens do?â He watched her trace her fingers into the water. Fish hopped and bounced upwards, one bouncing near enough she pulled her hand anyway.
âUh, we hunt I guess. Wander the woods, hope not to find any bad eyes.â
âBad eyes? Whatâs that about?â
âNo oneâs ever told you?â He tilted his head a slight, Claudia doing the same. She drooped the other way, and he followed, before telling her the story as his brothers told him.
âOh, how interesting, my dad never tells me such stories. He always speaks in lessons.â
âWould you like another one?â Petrius gave her a pearly white smile, as he reached his hand into the water and splashed it at her, a fish flopping onto the ground along the way.
She gasped for all the birds to hear, her arms raised out from her cloak, drenched with her hair. âI had my quills in here!â
Petrius descended into laughter, broken for a moment when he got soaked too.
Favours got exchanged and returned upon the stream, the pair splashing their afternoon away.
âHah, you missed!â He stuck his tongue out, going into raven form as to avoid another splash.
She kicked more water at him, and sat upon the grass to squeeze her hair out.
He shuddered at the clothes stuck to him. Drenched, soggy, the cold water weighing him down. Almost like the rain in a way.
âHow do we get back?â He asked, watching a mischievous grin appear on her face, tutting him.
âLike this.â She turned into a rook and shook water everywhere, spreading her wings out.
When she didnât revert just yet, he did the same, his feathers all the more lighter for it.
The flight back to the crow courtâs entrance went without remark. His heart spiked in dread and relief when they landed, though he went into human form to find he was still drenched.
âWill I get to see you again?â Petrius asked, wondering if it was a silly question.
A jackdawâs caw cut him from his thoughts.
Claudia glanced up at it too, her face alighted in alarm as she looked back to him and shrugged as if nothing happened. âSee you later.â
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What themes would you like to write about that you feel donât get explored very often?
What are some common elements of stories you are tired of seeing? What would you avoid writing about?
What loves do you tend to write about? Agape (unconditional, spiritual love), Eros (romantic, passionate love), Philia (affectionate, platonic love), Philautia (self-love), Storge (familial love), Pragma (enduring love like between long-married couples), Ludus (playful love, infatuation you feel during the âhoneymoon periodâ), and Mania (obsessive love that leads to madness and jealousy)
In your works, is blood thicker than water or is the blood of the covenant thicker than the water of the womb? (Are familial ties or friendship ties more important?)
Would you rather write a happy ending that soothes the soul or a tragic ending that hurts the heart?
What point of view do you tend to write in? Do all of your pieces use the same POV? Do you have strong opinions on the POV used in novels?
Favorite description in your wip? (If asked more than once, respond with a new piece each time)
Favorite dialogue in your wip? (If asked more than once, respond with a new piece each time)
What scene was the hardest to write for you and why?
What scene was the most fun to write for you and why?
Set the scene for us. What are your settings like and do you have any pictures saved that represent them? Do your characters travel and see more than one? What are their names?
What is the fashion like in your wip? Do you have any pictures saved of outfits your characters would wear?
What traits do you share with your original characters or what traits do you wish you shared with them?
If youâve written more than one story, what traits do your protagonists tend to share?
Why physical quirks do your characters tend to have? Eyebrow raising, picking nails, biting lips, pacing, crossing arms, etc.
What motives do you give your original characters? What drives them? How much tragedy did you subject them to?
Are your protagonists always the âgood guysâ and your antagonists always the âbad guysâ or do you like to do anti-heroes and grey morality?
What writers have inspired you with their use of language? What are some of your favorite quotes?
âFor fans of ______!â What works would you say are similar to yours?
If you were published and had complete control over your covers, what would it look like? Do you have any specific artists that youâd like to illustrate it? Do you like when characters are pictured on covers or do you prefer inanimate objects?
How do you come up with titles? Do you use placeholders or tend to change your titles while writing the first draft?
How do you come up with character names? Do the names have a special meaning? If so, what are they?
Do your prefer reading series or standalone novels and does that reflect on how you write?
Do you let your story evolve as you write or do you meticulously plan everything prior to writing the first draft?
Do you start your novels with dialogue or description? Do you end your novels with dialogue or description?
What do you feel like you need to work on as a growing writer? How can you improve?
Do you have playlists for your wip? What are some of the songs in it?
Do you need background noise to write? If so, what do you listen to?
How do you share your writing? Do you use any writing websites and, if so, share your profiles!
What is some of the best writing advice youâve read or received? Why does it work for you?
Here's an open tag for anyone reading this, plus tags to @forthesanityofstorytellers @winterandwords @nightmaricwriter @darkluminosity @zinabug-writes @askyaphelion and @savvyminnow
The lines I'm passing on are:
something ironic
about the weather
about nature
a line that's your favourite/you're proud of
Below the cut are the lines I've been given!
Where someone lies
Something funny
A Note About the Inevitable
Namon stopped in his tracks, dragging the guards with him. âExcuse me, gentlemen, may I trouble you to let me send a note?â
âYou can do that when weâre down there.â One of the guards said. He tugged him forward, stopped by Namon and the other guard standing still.
âWhatâs the purpose of it?â The other guard asked.
âYou wouldnât deny a man the chance to let his loved ones know he was jailed, would you? I have the note pre-written.â
âHmm, I suppose if we can see the note then why not?â
About loss
Dancing Around the Dealings
Eshani grazed her slender fingers over her deck, a septet amongst septets. Her focus on the cards, and on him, the pair the focus of her fellows who watched and whispered in wait.
âI believe I have my pick.â The two of them whipped out their cards, hers a decadent painting of a snake dangling a crow, his a dashing portrait of the Bloodcarver and two ravens.
âEyy, one more to goââ Namon winked, sliding her card back along with his own. One loss down and now another⌠Blush flooded her cheeks at the thought of a third.
âSomeoneâs getting excitedâŚâ She leaned back, keeping her cards close. âI hope you like the taste of failure.â
Namon looked to her wide-eyed, choking on his drink and banging twice on his chest. âI canât say Iâll be complaining.â
Featuring an insult
Under Deathâs Duvet
Nepheret sputtered on his own blood.
Twenty-four candidates. The number he ploughed through to get to this point, and no longer.
He lost not to High Councillor Emar, but to her Bloodcarver. A dirty, bloody trick, a sleight to purchase time.
Obligations to Obfuscation
He breathed a long, heavy sigh. âWhat happened to her is a tragic accident, gods know Iâm going to find her. Trust me in the process, wonât you?â
âThatâs my sister youâre talking about, please tell me you willââ Sharigan gasped, her jaw dropping as she took a step back agape. Her eyes brimmed with tears, her throat ebbing and sinking.
Dread pierced her heart. She shook her head. âWait, you disappeared the same day Charimone did, does thatâ Desemir Yvenaire-Eschredaine, do you mean to tell me youâve been spending Solstice in the Court of Morilast all this time?â
He took a step forward, as she took two back. âSharigan, you know not to speak that courtâs name aloudââ
âI donât care. Screw superstition in the face of you. Just tell meâ Were the connections worth it?â She turned around, tears flowing down her cheeks.
making a random tag game out of this because why not..
rules: list some reasons why your OC should be cancelled <3
(sources are of course optional, i just never miss an opportunity to shill my writing lol)
Dr. Helena Voloshin
mad scientist, professional war criminal, and very good at her job
although, on that topic: "'War crimes'. That's a rather old-fashioned concept, isn't it? Dare I even say, obsolete. It certainly isn't a legal framework recognized within the Empire."
also from the same discussion: "The age of idealism is over; it has been for some time. For a scientist, having morals simply isn't sustainable anymore."
sadistic dom who is not too big on consent in general
had the significantly younger woman she had kind of a crush on transferred to her team and then dosed her with an aphrodisiac. don't worry, she was into it.
drugged same woman so many times for sex reasons. and to train her out of bad habits. and out of jealousy.
and hypnotized her to pretend to vivisect her. also as a sex thing tbh.
and locked her in with a tentacle plant monster. for science. also as a sex thing.
considers same woman to be her most prized possession btw
people who double-cross her or annoy her too much tend to have suspicious accidents
and maybe lets not talk about the poor naive (now ex-)virgin intern... this place really needs an HR department
so much dubious unethical science right from the start of her career
also she's just really not a nice person overall lmao
[art by @/cigaradd and @/kmpshitposter]
tagging @couriers-mile @crownedinmarigolds @ark-inkweaving @datura-tea @zorilleerrant @aalinaaaaaa @ineedaplacetostay @tales-from-nocturnaliss and whoever else sees this and has terrible blorbos :D
I just saw an anon come into a gif-makerâs ask box and start with the phrase: âIâm trying not to spam your inbox with reblogs, butâ and then go on to say how much they love the gifs.
But Iâm still stuck on that opening phrase becauseâŚwhat? I am so confused by how people view interactions on tumblr & AO3 these days. Let me make it very clear for anyone who is unsure:
CREATORS WANT YOU TO INTERACT WITH THEIR WORK.
The limit does not exist on how many of their works you can interact with in a certain period.
If you like every fic theyâve ever written? Then feel free to give them all kudos and even leave a comment on every single one if you feel inclined! If youâre going through someoneâs blog and you vibe with every post, like/reblog to your heartâs content!
As long as youâre not expecting something back from them or adding a ton of irrelevant comments, itâs not spam! Itâs what this is all about!! Iâm not even much of a creator and I still feel a huge sense of pride when I see a ton of notifications in a row from a person, as it clearly shows they thought my blog was worth spending time on.
And if for some reason a creator is annoyed by this (unlikely), they can manage their own experience (turn off notifs, not look at their notes, delete the fic, etc) -- so donât deprive the majority of creators because of some imagined annoyed person. Fandom is a collaborative effort and we all must participate!
Eshani's the type that makes herself out to be the darling sweetheart, but really she exchanges people's secrets as currency and impersonates people for her benefit. And that's not even mentioning the time she burnt someone's forearm just to rope them into leading her to the Chalice đ
Namon charms, negotiates and sometimes blackmails people into doing his dirty work. And that's while distracting people by flirting with Eshani đđ¤Ł
He might not be evil, but he's suspicious. Very suspicious.
As for Claudia, it started with the time she got revenge for her sister's death. Now it's a case of asking what hasn't she done? Espionage, murder, earning the crows' loyalty, manipulating basically everyone's affairs, making blood wine from her enemies, holding a child hostage for the Chalice (and otherwise plotting to mould said child into her pawn). At least her cloak of dead crow feathers is in memory of them đââď¸đ (no, seriously, she's evil and I love her for it)
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Chaos is evil yeah, but he was sorta manipulated into it. He thinks he's helping and doing humanity a favor by trying to bring about their extinction.
Eris is a hundred percent evil. She does it for the love of the game. And money. Sells monster parts, sells human mimicking robots, sells fighter robots. She does what she wants and doesn't care who it hurts.
Envoy is so convoluted but I can sum it up in: hurt people hurt people
Riot is evil at first, following Eris' mentality as her creation, but later realizes she doesn't necessarily have to be evil
Isabell is also a case of hurt people hurt people. She believes she's helping better the world by helping Chaos.
The Desecrator is just straight up evil yeah. He really is in it for the love of the game.