heavenly;

zaynab. xv. main: laurelins; writeblr and writer of short poetry and prose.

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ifera for @laurelins !!  want one? 

Her skin was molten rock, her hair was burning wood, her blood was lightning strikes and her eyes held the ember of death. She was fire and she bowed to no one.

[laurelins]

what does your mom call you

a hotspot of bad decisions.

[arathorns]

my characters  → ifera [ veils between the worlds ]

the taunting voice filled her ears as the sage leaned over her, ‘you. you are no more, a forgotten remnant of a mighty court. and the banished.’

ifera heard the steps retreat and as the sage stalked over the last veil, fluttering in the breeze, something in her snapped. there was a flash of light and she stood tall and unbent, a fire demon, blazing skin and hair that whipped, heat flaring through the air.

‘no. i am ifera. the firestorm and the stormborn. i am the flame that destroys worlds.’

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Reblog if I can send some of my favorite WIP(s) lines into your inbox

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Reblog if I can ask you questions about your WIPs

[laurelins]

raavka > laurelins

thank you to everyone who voted for my new url, you guys are the best <3

the voting results are under the cut!!

and i love this url wayy too much so be glad, i’m not changing it anytime soon!!

mutuals, if you could sb i’d love that!!

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[arathorns]

it is divine almost to watch the world fall away

to stand on the edge of the seas and witness the moon rise

where stars wheel overhead 

you can almost wonder

is that what a god sees as they fall from grace?

                                   -  fallen grace | z.a

[sleepy-and-anxious]

I’ve seen some of these float around and seen as my blog has become an echo chamber of the same posts ✨

reblog if:

- you’re a sci-fi or fantasy writer

- you’re an lgbt+ writer

- you post original content !!!

- you’re a new/smaller writeblr (I wanna love and support you)

So yeah pls reblog so I can find new content and mutuals (or if I already follow you pls boost ily bbys 💖)

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i need more writeblrs to follow!

hey! if you write about:

- sci fi - fantasy - writing tips  - writing prompts - literally anything writing related please reblog!

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If you’re a writeblr, please reblog this! I’m looking for more people to follow <3

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WIP Introduction - Of Wolf Howls and Vampire Fangs (Wattpad Link!)

Werewolves live in packs, just as vampires live in Nests. But these neighbors are something special. But then their small town is shaken by the deaths of a few of the Nest. After 90 years of peace, Hunters begin to do what they were bred for. Hunt.

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[mermaeids]

everything is as it was when you left (except the ocean is warmer and the uncle who pulled you from it is dead.

everything is the same. the air is dry and sand-freckled. the elevator shaft’s gold veins mesmerize you; the blue hypnotist across the sand both entrances and terrifies you.

you grandmother still treats you like one of her dolls, except now you’re broken, so you haven’t been of any use to her for several years.

your grandfather has a heart problem. call it time creeping up on him, or call it “overworked.” you worry because now you know where he was when you were born.

time’s footsteps behind him clang like pencils skimming metal bars in claustrophobic boredom. behind you, but farther away, time is silent, save for the occasional a moan or a clicking button: a children’s hospital at midnight.

you couldn’t hear time last you were here. now you think you can. creeping, clicking, moaning, licking at your heels, breathing down your frail neck.)

everything is as it was when you left, everything is as it was when you left,

if i tell myself enough, will it become true?

august 12th, 2018 (painfully not 2003) // jules c.

[petallikeprompts]

writing prompt xii.

write your villain having the azula breakdown ™!

[laurelins]

tolkien meme  → [ 1 / 3 ] fav weapons→ orcrist 

the elven sword. orcrist. wielded by heroes of different ages and to protect their own people. ecthelion of gondolin smote the lord of the balrogs and thorin ii ran the sword through the heart of the defiler and each paid with their own lives.

[arathorns]

we are children of the earth. 

      with souls of fire. as light as air and as swift as water

[arathorns]

sometimes we look back at our      love but it’s not there anymore

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Pain

It never gets old, Even when the injury is nothing odd, We never get used to it, Its even worse when you can’t even move to your favourite beat, All you can do is just lay down on a seat, Brings about anguish, One which you can’t really distinguish From the previous one, Because the feeling never gets old to anyone, Makes us mad,  And our loved ones sad Pain,pain,pain, Despite all this, physical pain Is way less than emotional pain.