Writer's Countless Lives

Hello my lovely followers!! I’m sure my absence hasn’t been noticed, but long story short, it’s down to the fact that, before Christmas, we found out my mum’s cancer (that she was first diagnosed with in 2017) had spread to her liver and pelvic bones and holy fuck was it a painful and stressful Christmas. But here we are in the middle of February and she’s still fighting strong. We’re raising money for her cancer treatments and any amount of money makes such a difference so I’m offering digitally drawn portraits of people’s OCs in exchange for a donation. I’ll be drawing them similar to the example below and you can pay anything from £10 and over (obviously it takes me a little extra of everything to draw nowadays because my time and energy is spent taking care of my mum and my disabled sister), so I think £10 as a starting point is reasonable, but if you wanted extras like shadows and lighting then that can be discussed- please DM me if you’re interested! All payments are taken via Ko-fi!

tagged by @indecentpause

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

doing this for rem

1 . “Don’t see the problem. What, I meet him, give him fifteen minutes of my time or whatever the fuck it is he wants and I get a car, money, and he fucks off forever?”

2 . “Better idea, fuck you and fuck off.”

3 . “I don’t fuck every guy I meet.”

4 . “What can I say, I like ‘em trashy.”

5 . “Sure,” he says, scooting away from the guy, cigarette pinched between his lips and scattering ashes down his bare chest, “I won’t tell you and you can fucking figure it out on your own.”

I've reached my You Can Always Learn to Fly era, so that means a new pfp and some lines from my latest chapter🤩 Tag is courtesy of @oh-no-another-idea. Thankee, love!🥰

Amar's (Death's) POV:

Helix already stood with his arms open just in case he needed to catch her. “Fly, Treasure, Fly!” Davina shouted after her. Right before I thought Treasure would crash in Helix’s arms, she beat her wings with such force that I could feel the wind she created brush through my hair and robes. And then she was flying. And Davina was cheering her on ever-so loudly and proudly from behind the open window. Treasure soared through the sky, mimicking the Mother’s every movement with her flexible wings. Her turn wasn’t as graceful as the bat’s, and a breeze from the sea almost tipped her over. But she was able to steady herself and even made use of it to let it guide her back to Davina.

let it bring hope

[ID: an image of a book cover. The cover shows a golden lute in the center, surrounded by red flowers and vines, with shiny blue crystals tucked into the vines. The text on top of the lute reads "The Spirit Well," and under it reads "Lutesong Book Two, R.K. Ashwick." end ID]

The Spirit Well Cover Reveal!!

Here it is, in all its shiny glory! I want to eat the crystals so so bad. I want to put this whole cover in a blender and drink it. (It would be banana-strawberry flavored with a hint of blueberry.)

Anyhoo, if you enjoyed The Stray Spirit, check this out:

When a bard saved the day, he never expected an encore. After saving their home from a magical disaster, Emry, Cal, and forest spirit Aspen ascend to high society: Emry and Aspen to the illustrious musicians’ guild, and Cal to the cutting edge of spirit research. But their new roles send them far beyond the concerts and balls they expected…and deep into a city of dying spirits. In the neighboring city of Matlock, a strange blight has withered their gardens—and the spirits living within. The trio rushes to investigate, whirling into Matlock’s social season in search of allies and gossip. Here, Emry frantically navigates the dazzle and decorum to seek information, start his debut…and propose to Cal. But when the glittering chandeliers illuminate more enemies than friends, Emry, Cal, and Aspen must race to stop the blight before it spreads—and the spirits shrivel away for good. 

If you're going "hell yeah, lemme at it" -

a) I love you

b) I have cool stuff for you, as a sign of my love

[ID: a square image showing a vintage illustrated newspaper article titled "Peek of the Season," a Spirit Well bookmark with red flowers and blue swirls, and a sticker of a red flower against shiny blue crystals. The text above reads "The Spirit Well Pre-Order Goodies!" end ID]

If you want to be an ARC reader or pre-order and get these cool goodies above (along with a slightly unhinged handwritten note from me!) click here:

Thanks for the tag, @drabbleitout!

Rules: Summarize your WIPs as badly as possible in a poll without listing the names for others to vote on.