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[surroundedbypearls]

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I mostly write fantasy/sci fi; but I enjoy reading most genres. I also tend to write big casts; I can’t help loving ensemble pieces. I post regular content from my WIPs, including edits, moodboards and playlists. And occasional book reviews/writing advice posts!

My Current WIPs:

The Wildfire King: High Fantasy / Multi-POV

Synopsis:  Two hundred years ago, the Gods and mortals of Tirnaeia went to war. The ancient kingdoms of Nalaam and Fosiá, with the God King’s help, woke the dark, twisted magic of the world, and the Gods had no choice but to destroy Him and banish Their people, losing Their lives in the process. Now, rumours of God King’s return circle, and Lorren Jat’ana, a mage of high esteem, vows to take his people across the sea and reclaim their rightful place in Tirnaeia. History repeats itself, and a war of Gods and mortals is about to unfold again before his eyes.

See more in the WIP tag / WIP masterpost

To Catch the Sea: Fantasy / Romance / YA

Synopsis: Serving the Dragon King as one of his own is the highest honour, and what Adam always knew he would become before he ever had the choice. He always knew dragons’ magic was of fire, and of sun. Chimeras’ magic was of storms, and of poison. Unfortunately, the chimera who plays the piano at every banquet and walks the beach at twilight is the only one who’s ever made him feel. And when a new recruit drowns under Adam’s watch, suddenly, he has more important things to worry about than wooing a boy who doesn’t know his name. See more in the WIP tag

Homebirds: Sci Fi / Superhero Fiction / YA / Multi-POV

Synopsis: In the Evergreen City, six teenagers live, study, fight, and fall in love. Things come to a head at Catherine King’s 18th birthday party, when midnight strikes and they’re attacked by a creature from another world. They discover their home is not their home at all; they’re from all over the universe. And they have special abilities not found anywhere else on earth.

See more in the WIP tag

Golden Hands and Golden Fingers: High Fantasy / Multi-POV

Synopsis:  Set in the same world as ‘The Wildfire King’. The Goddess Dharma’s brother, Teffrin, has been banished to the mortal world. Enraged, he’s determined to track down the key to immortality. Dharma can’t touch it - no God can - so she sends one of her divine messengers, Jiri, in her stead. Meanwhile, the last of a legendary line and heir to the Throne of Men is sent across the wilds to complete her training with the Fae. Her new knight is set to accompany her, unaware that a plot is unfolding to steal his princess away.

See more in the WIP tag

Closet Pun: Short Stories / Supernatural / Romance / YA

Synopsis: Up on that totally normal-looking hill over there sits a house. In that house, Headmistress sits with her students, trying to teach them to get their abilities (and their emotions) in check. We’ve got vampires, werewolves, witches, and more - this much chaos in one home is not in fact a recipe for disaster. It’s a recipe for the gayest student body around.

See more in the WIP tag

The Seal and the Ravens: High Fantasy / Fairytale Retelling / Multi-POV

Synopsis: Based on a few fairytales by the Brothers Grimm and Hans Christian Andersen, mainly Snow White, Rapunzel, The Twelve Brothers, Sleeping Beauty, The Little Mermaid, and The Travelling Companion. While the princess of Iarannor sets out to find her lost brothers, cursed by a wicked enchantress, her childhood friend is rescued from a storm by a selkie who’s dreamed of the human world all her life. All fates are intertwined by the mysterious woman who sleeps in a tower in the centre of the Sleeping Lake. Where do you think it got its name? See more in the WIP tag

More stories to come!

[surroundedbypearls]

~ If this is just a part I portray I don't know how it got this way... ~ You're beautiful Can I hide in you awhile?

Masterpiece Theatre II has been on the To Catch the Sea. playlist for a looong time as it's my favourite of the three and I feel like it speaks to Adam's troubled psyche the strongest. The lyrics above are repeated through all 3 versions along with some others, though the above (and below) are my favourites.

Masterpiece Theatre I Don't make a sound in case they hear you it only hurts me to be near you.

Masterpiece Theatre II In the dead and quiet I will slowly fade in this masterpiece I made.

Masterpiece Theatre III I'll wreck this if I have to tell me what good would that do? I'll wreck this if I have to.

“Were you sad to leave Summerset, and Derghos?” “Yeah, I was.” Adam wasn’t sure he’d ever admitted that aloud before. “I’ve made better friends here, and I’m glad I met them, but I didn’t want to leave.” He took another drink to calm his nerves, a tough feat when Shay was this close to him. “I knew I’d have to, though.” Shay reached back for another dumpling, body turned towards him for a moment, his freckles glinting. “I thought dragons didn’t come here until they got tested.” “They don’t, but…” He had to stare into his glass for a moment. “My grandpa was a dragon, before…well, it’s hard to explain. He got sick.” That was the best way he could put it into words. “My dad wanted to be a dragon too, but he never showed signs. All I heard growing up was that I would become one. They never said I had to, it’s not something you can force, but that was what they meant. They were trying to, like, manifest it or something. They wanted it so badly that I accepted it had to happen to me. And it’s not like the war is ever going to end. It’s been going on for hundreds of years. I don’t even like calling it a war. It’s just the way things are. And I’m stuck in it.” He reached back for the tray and ate another dumpling. “Maybe that doesn’t make sense.” “No, it does. I understand.” All the times Adam had envisioned working up the courage to speak to Shay, he realised he’d been mistaken about what it would be like. It wasn’t a swooning moment surrounded by sunsets and stars. He hadn’t realised how it would feel to admit his weariness to someone who didn’t know him. He hadn’t considered how exhilarating that would be.

TCTS playlist

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[surroundedbypearls]

~ If this is just a part I portray I don't know how it got this way... ~ You're beautiful Can I hide in you awhile?

Masterpiece Theatre II has been on the To Catch the Sea. playlist for a looong time as it's my favourite of the three and I feel like it speaks to Adam's troubled psyche the strongest. The lyrics above are repeated through all 3 versions along with some others, though the above (and below) are my favourites.

Masterpiece Theatre I Don't make a sound in case they hear you it only hurts me to be near you.

Masterpiece Theatre II In the dead and quiet I will slowly fade in this masterpiece I made.

Masterpiece Theatre III I'll wreck this if I have to tell me what good would that do? I'll wreck this if I have to.

“Were you sad to leave Summerset, and Derghos?” “Yeah, I was.” Adam wasn’t sure he’d ever admitted that aloud before. “I’ve made better friends here, and I’m glad I met them, but I didn’t want to leave.” He took another drink to calm his nerves, a tough feat when Shay was this close to him. “I knew I’d have to, though.” Shay reached back for another dumpling, body turned towards him for a moment, his freckles glinting. “I thought dragons didn’t come here until they got tested.” “They don’t, but…” He had to stare into his glass for a moment. “My grandpa was a dragon, before…well, it’s hard to explain. He got sick.” That was the best way he could put it into words. “My dad wanted to be a dragon too, but he never showed signs. All I heard growing up was that I would become one. They never said I had to, it’s not something you can force, but that was what they meant. They were trying to, like, manifest it or something. They wanted it so badly that I accepted it had to happen to me. And it’s not like the war is ever going to end. It’s been going on for hundreds of years. I don’t even like calling it a war. It’s just the way things are. And I’m stuck in it.” He reached back for the tray and ate another dumpling. “Maybe that doesn’t make sense.” “No, it does. I understand.” All the times Adam had envisioned working up the courage to speak to Shay, he realised he’d been mistaken about what it would be like. It wasn’t a swooning moment surrounded by sunsets and stars. He hadn’t realised how it would feel to admit his weariness to someone who didn’t know him. He hadn’t considered how exhilarating that would be.

TCTS playlist

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[surroundedbypearls]

~ If this is just a part I portray I don't know how it got this way... ~ You're beautiful Can I hide in you awhile?

Masterpiece Theatre II has been on the To Catch the Sea. playlist for a looong time as it's my favourite of the three and I feel like it speaks to Adam's troubled psyche the strongest. The lyrics above are repeated through all 3 versions along with some others, though the above (and below) are my favourites.

Masterpiece Theatre I Don't make a sound in case they hear you it only hurts me to be near you.

Masterpiece Theatre II In the dead and quiet I will slowly fade in this masterpiece I made.

Masterpiece Theatre III I'll wreck this if I have to tell me what good would that do? I'll wreck this if I have to.

“Were you sad to leave Summerset, and Derghos?” “Yeah, I was.” Adam wasn’t sure he’d ever admitted that aloud before. “I’ve made better friends here, and I’m glad I met them, but I didn’t want to leave.” He took another drink to calm his nerves, a tough feat when Shay was this close to him. “I knew I’d have to, though.” Shay reached back for another dumpling, body turned towards him for a moment, his freckles glinting. “I thought dragons didn’t come here until they got tested.” “They don’t, but…” He had to stare into his glass for a moment. “My grandpa was a dragon, before…well, it’s hard to explain. He got sick.” That was the best way he could put it into words. “My dad wanted to be a dragon too, but he never showed signs. All I heard growing up was that I would become one. They never said I had to, it’s not something you can force, but that was what they meant. They were trying to, like, manifest it or something. They wanted it so badly that I accepted it had to happen to me. And it’s not like the war is ever going to end. It’s been going on for hundreds of years. I don’t even like calling it a war. It’s just the way things are. And I’m stuck in it.” He reached back for the tray and ate another dumpling. “Maybe that doesn’t make sense.” “No, it does. I understand.” All the times Adam had envisioned working up the courage to speak to Shay, he realised he’d been mistaken about what it would be like. It wasn’t a swooning moment surrounded by sunsets and stars. He hadn’t realised how it would feel to admit his weariness to someone who didn’t know him. He hadn’t considered how exhilarating that would be.

TCTS playlist

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[surroundedbypearls]

Taglist:

@quilloftheclouds, @viktoriaquill, @heldinhishands, @celestialbunnistories, @onedayiwillwritestuff, @musicofglassandwords, @honey-tee @waterfallwritings, @lyssthewriter, @drowsy-quill, @inky-duchess, @downspiral-dreamer, @kespada, @adaparkwrites, @where-writer-herewriter, @hysteriwah, @writingbyjillian, @florraisons,  @angelscowboys, @nonsemsical, @blueinkblot, @aalinaaaaaa, @zonnemaagd

[figofswords]

weary and wary are not the same word and have very different meanings and if i see one more person use wearily when they mean warily I’m gonna combust

[figofswords]

weary: tired, worn-out, beaten down, exhausted, in need of rest. they were weary after their long journey. wearily, she sat down on the couch and kicked off her shoes. he had grown weary of this conversation.

wary: guarded, cautious, on-edge, careful. they were wary of the approaching stranger. warily, she poked at the dark shape in the corner of her room. he paused, wary, but nodded anyway.

[luxwing]

[figofswords]

thank you for this reply you get the funny crown today with bonus points for accuracy

[surroundedbypearls]

~ If this is just a part I portray I don't know how it got this way... ~ You're beautiful Can I hide in you awhile?

Masterpiece Theatre II has been on the To Catch the Sea. playlist for a looong time as it's my favourite of the three and I feel like it speaks to Adam's troubled psyche the strongest. The lyrics above are repeated through all 3 versions along with some others, though the above (and below) are my favourites.

Masterpiece Theatre I Don't make a sound in case they hear you it only hurts me to be near you.

Masterpiece Theatre II In the dead and quiet I will slowly fade in this masterpiece I made.

Masterpiece Theatre III I'll wreck this if I have to tell me what good would that do? I'll wreck this if I have to.

“Were you sad to leave Summerset, and Derghos?” “Yeah, I was.” Adam wasn’t sure he’d ever admitted that aloud before. “I’ve made better friends here, and I’m glad I met them, but I didn’t want to leave.” He took another drink to calm his nerves, a tough feat when Shay was this close to him. “I knew I’d have to, though.” Shay reached back for another dumpling, body turned towards him for a moment, his freckles glinting. “I thought dragons didn’t come here until they got tested.” “They don’t, but…” He had to stare into his glass for a moment. “My grandpa was a dragon, before…well, it’s hard to explain. He got sick.” That was the best way he could put it into words. “My dad wanted to be a dragon too, but he never showed signs. All I heard growing up was that I would become one. They never said I had to, it’s not something you can force, but that was what they meant. They were trying to, like, manifest it or something. They wanted it so badly that I accepted it had to happen to me. And it’s not like the war is ever going to end. It’s been going on for hundreds of years. I don’t even like calling it a war. It’s just the way things are. And I’m stuck in it.” He reached back for the tray and ate another dumpling. “Maybe that doesn’t make sense.” “No, it does. I understand.” All the times Adam had envisioned working up the courage to speak to Shay, he realised he’d been mistaken about what it would be like. It wasn’t a swooning moment surrounded by sunsets and stars. He hadn’t realised how it would feel to admit his weariness to someone who didn’t know him. He hadn’t considered how exhilarating that would be.

TCTS playlist

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[just-another-cat-blog]

pride month!!!

[lemonsharks]

Is that a miette?

[jeanjauthor]

Pride for you!  Pride for a thousand years!!

[lost-and-cursed]

you COME OUT to miette? you come out to her as queer? oh! oh! pride for mother! pride for mother for One Thousand Years!!!!

[motherblackcap]

[ID: a grey, black and white cat sitting on the floor. It has very wide eyes and is holding a rainbow flag in its mouth. /End ID]

[socialistexan]

Babe wake up, new all time great image just dropped

[writinglittlebeasts]

find the vibe tag

i was tagged by @surroundedbypearls

DA RULES: find an excerpt from your wip that suits the provided prompt

and my prompt from pearls is "nobody talk to me"

from devil dogs:

The pressure of anticipation bleeds out of Ramsey all at once. He had expected something insightful. This is just the oldest trick in the book. "Why would I need help?" Ramsey asks, and he watches Deacon's smile thin. "I'm not trying to insinuate you're weak, or stupid; nothing like that," Deacon says. "Why would you be? Why would I need help?" The wolves across the parking lot have sagged, turned away. They abandon the conversation. "Randall, I'm not judging you. You're hurting. I've just seen it before, and I can't mind my own business. Please, just consider it." "Consider what?" Deacon stifles a sigh for as long as he can, but it erupts from his mouth and rolls like a peal of thunder. "I'm not going to hold this against you," he says finally, and he steps off of the curb. "It was nice seeing you, Randall."

and bc i haven't been paying a huge amount of attention to the dash recently, idk who is and isn't active rn, so i'm gonna tag whoever happens to be reading this 🫵 if you'd like. and @ribbonemoji

your vibe is... "crushed"

[only-cat-memes]

[assignedmale]

[mrbexwrites]

9 Lines, 9 People Tag

Tagged again by @queen-tashie (who is determined to always increase the great tag backlog!) I've been AWOL for most of May due to real life getting in the way of writing, but I'm back at the keyboard, and working away!

Passing the tag onto @beeonaspiderweb @surroundedbypearls @oh-no-another-idea @write-with-will @sarahlizziewrites @words-after-midnight @alintalzin @arowanaprincess and leaving an open tag !

As always, Mavis is having a bad time of it:

The weight crushed my chest, pinning me down. I wasn't able to move; frozen in place as I lay on my back, staring into the mismatched eyes of the Relevator. He pulled back his thin lips, to bare his yellow-stained teeth at me. "Meatsack," he hissed, the smell of rotten meat and stale onions hitting my face. I tried to move my fingers, drawing a protective glyph, but nothing happened. Like a Night Hag, he had me paralysed. It took all of my effort to even be able to lock my eyes on his, as he straddled my chest, pinning me down on my bed.

[surroundedbypearls]

The Wildfire King

Chapter 1: Meredith Meredith and her friends lie in wait at their campfire.

Meredith Caelan, dragon-blessed, held her hands up to the feeble campfire. The night was chilly, as Nanterra’s nights often were, though the trees provided shelter. She wouldn’t have lit a fire if not for Maura. She was sensitive to the cold, and it was her first patrol. Alec wanted her as ready as she could be.

Maura sat across from her, fair hair in ringlets cut close to her ears, face white as she scooted closer to the campfire. Her gaze flitted from the flames to Meredith to Alec, as he checked the tack on Nosy, his grey gelding.

“Warm enough?” Meredith asked, and Maura’s face flushed. Meredith and Alec had been friends for years, so she’d known Maura for years as well. She still reacted this way every time. Alec joked it was a youthful infatuation, because it was more amusing than the truth. The great dragon of the Northern Fringe came upon their village only once, for Meredith.

Meredith didn’t know why, and neither did anyone else. Her clearest memory from that night was of the dragon’s face; everything else was hazy at best. But speculation, or plain awe, didn’t need rationale.

Maura gave a sheepish smile. “Yes, thank you. Are you?”

“She’s never cold.” Alec plonked down beside Meredith with a huff, the tip of his nose pink from the chill. “Woman’s made of steel.”

Meredith scoffed. “Not true.” She shifted in her seat, grimacing as discomfort crept up her spine towards her shoulders. She reached into her pocket for her willow bark, popping a piece into her mouth to chew. The pain came and went, though the scars criss-crossing her back never changed. Willow bark or tea helped, but her parents didn’t like her leaving on patrols. She wouldn’t give them up for anything. The road to Nowhere was the only interesting thing near Amynta village. Aside from the dragon, but the Fringe was much further away than it looked.

Alec rubbed his hands together and stretched out his legs. “The waiting is the worst part. You’ll get used to it.”

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[surroundedbypearls]

The Wildfire King

Chapter 1: Meredith Meredith and her friends lie in wait at their campfire.

Meredith Caelan, dragon-blessed, held her hands up to the feeble campfire. The night was chilly, as Nanterra’s nights often were, though the trees provided shelter. She wouldn’t have lit a fire if not for Maura. She was sensitive to the cold, and it was her first patrol. Alec wanted her as ready as she could be.

Maura sat across from her, fair hair in ringlets cut close to her ears, face white as she scooted closer to the campfire. Her gaze flitted from the flames to Meredith to Alec, as he checked the tack on Nosy, his grey gelding.

“Warm enough?” Meredith asked, and Maura’s face flushed. Meredith and Alec had been friends for years, so she’d known Maura for years as well. She still reacted this way every time. Alec joked it was a youthful infatuation, because it was more amusing than the truth. The great dragon of the Northern Fringe came upon their village only once, for Meredith.

Meredith didn’t know why, and neither did anyone else. Her clearest memory from that night was of the dragon’s face; everything else was hazy at best. But speculation, or plain awe, didn’t need rationale.

Maura gave a sheepish smile. “Yes, thank you. Are you?”

“She’s never cold.” Alec plonked down beside Meredith with a huff, the tip of his nose pink from the chill. “Woman’s made of steel.”

Meredith scoffed. “Not true.” She shifted in her seat, grimacing as discomfort crept up her spine towards her shoulders. She reached into her pocket for her willow bark, popping a piece into her mouth to chew. The pain came and went, though the scars criss-crossing her back never changed. Willow bark or tea helped, but her parents didn’t like her leaving on patrols. She wouldn’t give them up for anything. The road to Nowhere was the only interesting thing near Amynta village. Aside from the dragon, but the Fringe was much further away than it looked.

Alec rubbed his hands together and stretched out his legs. “The waiting is the worst part. You’ll get used to it.”

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[surroundedbypearls]

The Wildfire King

Chapter 1: Meredith Meredith and her friends lie in wait at their campfire.

Meredith Caelan, dragon-blessed, held her hands up to the feeble campfire. The night was chilly, as Nanterra’s nights often were, though the trees provided shelter. She wouldn’t have lit a fire if not for Maura. She was sensitive to the cold, and it was her first patrol. Alec wanted her as ready as she could be.

Maura sat across from her, fair hair in ringlets cut close to her ears, face white as she scooted closer to the campfire. Her gaze flitted from the flames to Meredith to Alec, as he checked the tack on Nosy, his grey gelding.

“Warm enough?” Meredith asked, and Maura’s face flushed. Meredith and Alec had been friends for years, so she’d known Maura for years as well. She still reacted this way every time. Alec joked it was a youthful infatuation, because it was more amusing than the truth. The great dragon of the Northern Fringe came upon their village only once, for Meredith.

Meredith didn’t know why, and neither did anyone else. Her clearest memory from that night was of the dragon’s face; everything else was hazy at best. But speculation, or plain awe, didn’t need rationale.

Maura gave a sheepish smile. “Yes, thank you. Are you?”

“She’s never cold.” Alec plonked down beside Meredith with a huff, the tip of his nose pink from the chill. “Woman’s made of steel.”

Meredith scoffed. “Not true.” She shifted in her seat, grimacing as discomfort crept up her spine towards her shoulders. She reached into her pocket for her willow bark, popping a piece into her mouth to chew. The pain came and went, though the scars criss-crossing her back never changed. Willow bark or tea helped, but her parents didn’t like her leaving on patrols. She wouldn’t give them up for anything. The road to Nowhere was the only interesting thing near Amynta village. Aside from the dragon, but the Fringe was much further away than it looked.

Alec rubbed his hands together and stretched out his legs. “The waiting is the worst part. You’ll get used to it.”

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[depsidase]

[frontmansdefender]

if not friend why friend sha—

never mind