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Send me three emojis (or words) and I’ll write a snippet and/or prompt based on it!

Reblogs are encouraged!! I’ll send an ask to whoever reblogs this ^-^

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Thank you for the ask @songsofsomnia! These were really fun :)

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THE HEART OF WONDERLAND

🥰 - A smiling face with three hearts. As a prompt I interpreted the face in a more condescending and evil way.

The next thing she knew was the cold floor on her cheek and the pain devouring her throat. She clawed at herself, twisting, wheezing.

“My my, I’m shocked you fell for that. I thought you would be smarter than this,” came another voice. Smooth. Condescending. As treacherous as the cursed apple on the floor. The ominous bite that marred its flesh glinted in the torchlight.

No! NO! She strained to reach the dragging gown circling her, to claw, to maul, but any hope of defiance withered away when all her muscles suddenly seized up. Her body was betraying her. All but her eyes ignored her screeches to move.

The dress stopped. Fabric folded and pooled in before her face as its owner knelt down. She looked up, wishing to burn hatred into her assailant, but even her eyes began to give in. As her vision faded, a hand lifted her chin. Gentle. Loving.

“Welcome home, my lost princess.”

YOU WOULDN’T END THE WORLD OVER A TORTILLA CHIP…

😭 - A sobbing face. 

“What? No, this can’t be it,” Olvia whispered. Despite her best efforts, she let out a sob. Angry tears rolled down her cheeks, and she scrubbed her muddy face with muddier hands. 

“I am sorry, Miss Olvia. We have exhausted all efforts, and with the imminent storm we cannot guarantee safety during the search.”

“With the imminent storm I can guarantee he will DIE out there!”

“Miss O-“

Olvia grabbed the acolyte by his cloak and yanked him to her face. Weapons rose around her, but she didn’t care. 

“Listen here, Rivens. I don’t care what you think you are, or what you think you can trick us into thinking you are-“

“Olvy-“ Helena’s voice. 

“But I swear to all the angels above and devils below, if your little cult hurt a single curl on my brother’s head-“

“OLVY!”

Everyone was tense and ready to pounce on her. But she held her ground, glaring into the cloth shrouding their face. Unseeing. Unfeeling. Betraying nothing of what lay underneath. 

Olvia scoffed and let go. She shoved her way through the crowd despite Helena’s protests and swung the doors open. As she crossed the barrier, she could hear Helena’s voice in the background. 

“I would like to apologize on her behalf, Enlightened One. She can be sensitive…”

The doors swung close. 

Olvia stormed down the long, dark hallway. She welcomed the chilly air and pouring rain steadily getting louder. She much preferred this than the stuffy spire. At least the rain is what it says it is. At least it doesn’t pretend to be what it’s not. 

A voice drifted from the shadows.

“He hears Its calls. He follows Its song.”

Now the weather was talking to her. “Fuck off. I don’t want any of your nonsense.” 

She took a step forward but staggered back when the shadows coalesced into something solid. A tiny flame sparked to life, illuminating the small, round body it belonged to. Another robed one.  

“He give me this. Say you trust me if I have.”

They held up a silver chain adorned with a carved charm and a large turquoise stone. His talisman. 

Olvia’s eyes widened. “Give me that!” She lunged forward, but they sidestepped with ease. 

“No. You follow. I show you.”

Down the hall, the doors opened. Footsteps echoed throughout. 

“No time! We go!”

Olvia balled her fists. If this is we her best shot at finding OJ…

“Lead the way.”

DEATH ORDER

🥺 - A pleading face.

“You would do that for me? You would?!”

Ari exchanged a glance with Angeline. Even if their clock-headed friend had no eyes in the traditional sense, one could just feel the puppy eyes he would have if he did.

“…Uhh-huh,” he responded. “All you need to do is let Angie and I take a little visit to the vault, and then we can, uh, grab lunch or whatever.”

“And sail swan boats in the lake!”

He looks like he could burst at any moment, Angeline’s voice sounded in his mind.

Yeah, no kidding. Pop a gear like last time. “…And sail swan boats in the lake! Right, haha. Just remember, not a single word to anyone, okay? This is a secret between friends.”

“Friends, YES! WE’RE FRIENDS!” he squealed. He jerked forward with his arms out for a hug, nearly toppling over the desk in the process.

“Oh, that’s alright-“

“C’mahnnn Ari, it’s a friendship hug,” Angeline said with a sleazy grin.

“FRIENDSHIP HUG!”

“Okay, fine-“ No sooner did the words leave his mouth when Angie pulled him in.

When they were finally on their way, Ari fixed his ruffled hair and tie with a huff. Angeline swung the keys around her fingers and whistled an easy tune. The sound echoed through the soaring marble halls.

“Now then,” he muttered. “Time to look into the untimely murder of one Jeanette La Sue.”

"Still sounds fake as fuck."

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THE ELEVATOR PITCH!

(aka micro summaries of my back burner WIPs; working titles used)

🔘 STATIC FICTION

(sci fi, horror, psychological thriller)

A government psychic begins questioning their reality when a mysterious pink figure appears among the static.

Key Characters: TBA

Status: Brainstorming

Tags: #faes static, #rb static

🌲 John’s Not Adventure

(adventure, comedy, romance)

An average guy who wants an average life gets anything BUT that when the brother of a cult leader falls in love with him.

Key Characters: TBA

Status: Draft 1 partially written (screenplay)

Tags: #faes not, #rb not

📚 Nerds Upon Nerds

(sci-fi, comedy)

Evil nerds (a scientist, a hacker, and a librarian) plot to take over the city, and eventually the world.

Key Characters: TBA

Status: Brainstorming

Tags: #faes nerds, #rb nerds

🧭 The Venture Logs

(adventure, comedy)

In order to get her flying ship back, a fugitive must travel abroad to help a conwoman clear a backlog of favors.

Key Characters: TBA

Status: Brainstorming

Tags: #faes venture, #rb venture

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WIP Meme Tag

Tagged by @mariahwritesstuff, thank you so much! (original post)

Tagging: @artbyeloquent @wynters-writings @ihernglass @halleyuhm @aohendo @wildswrites @sarcasticjuiceboxes and anyone else who wants to do this!!

Rules: post as many memes as you like that you've created about your own WIPs / OCs.

MY TIME HAS COME.

You Wouldn't End the World Over a Tortilla Chip, Would You, (more under the cut!)

Foggy art: @black-dreamscape, OJ lip bite art: @eggslurpee; all other character art by me!

The Death Order (similar cast as Tortilla Chip, but everyone is older and in a different world)

And this is how Ari sleeps (real):

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Heads Up Seven Up!

Rules: Post the last 7 lines you wrote for the last WIP you worked on and tag 7 people.

I was tagged by @wynters-writings ! Thank you!

No pressure tags: @wastelandauthor @mariahwritesstuff @artbyeloquent @ihernglass @aohendo @mjjune and anyone else who wants to do this! <3

Some of my favorite lines (in no order) from Queen of Hearts :] (the draft is too discombobulated to do the last 7 lines lol)

"You’re not here to kill—yet."

"Because, Helly, when I die, they'll write songs about me, ballads, epics, of every throat I slit and every chalice I poisoned."

"As much as I love a pleasure trip"—this earns a deliciously deep flush to her dark cheeks—"it's unlike you to ask for me so directly. So why am I here?"

“Meet the royal brats of Harmonia.”

I pin him to be around 16 or 17 by the roundness of his cheeks, but his eyes are far too bitter than they should be for someone his age.

"Be careful—the mace is dangerous, but his smile is fatal."

May the gods bring you home from the trials ahead.

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Sending an ask right back to ya! Imagine one of your WIPs in an entirely different genre, but roughly the same plot. What’s different? What’s the same?

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Hello @faeveries and thank you for the ask!

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Nova Futurum is set in a sci-fi genre, specifically cyberpunk. If it was set in a medieval fantasy world, I'm pretty sure it would run similarly. Maybe it wouldn't have so much technology and instead have magic supplementing the tech. There would be marketplaces run by families and houses built in funny/tricky places in order to save space but in different styles than brutalist neo-modernism buildings.

The city would work in things like that but in social aspects, it would be entirely different. It wouldn't be rampant with lots of arguments within families or with black market technology upgrades and biological supplements. NovFut wouldn't even have the jobs that having all these pieces of tech would require. The police force would also have to police different elements of the citizens and specialize in different things than they would in a cyberpunk world.

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When you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy! Then it send to the last ten people in your notifications (anonymously). You never know who might benefit from spreading positivity. ♡

Aw thanks nonnie! Here's my 5:

My friends

My dog

Science (especially natural science)

Water

Fairies (wow, shocker! lol)

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DUBIOUS MAGIC (1/3)

A snippet from an AU RP with @orionsjester ! Megumi belongs to them :)

Context: A month after going missing, Olvia Sábado is found on the side of the road, on the brink of death. Now discharged from the hospital, she and Megumi try to return to their normal lives. But the guilt felt by both parties is insurmountable, and Olvia gives in and uses a magic necklace to show him what really happened that night.

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The door flickers and a hologram-like version of it appears, milky with soft speckles, as if filtered through the moonstone talisman. The not-door swings open, and in comes a pair of not-people in their moonstone light. Megumi spins into the entryway, laughing, carrying a giggling Olvia in his arms.

She erupts into laughter as he peppers her face with kisses. ”I know it’s late, but this is the Blue Moon we’re talking about! Once in a lifetime chance!”

”I would come over regardless,” he hums, earning himself a big smooch on the cheek.

The holographic couple pass by their flesh and bone counterparts, giggling and murmuring and laughing until they disappear behind the sheer curtains leading to the backyard…

…To sit in the grass and watch the moon and stars. To hold hands as a light show unfolds in the sky. To talk about space and stars and wonder does magic exist the same on other planets? and maybe it won’t be magic to them. Megumi knows all these things to be true, knows what happens next in this not-world, because it is exactly what happened the night before she disappeared.

“Olvy, I- I can’t watch this again,” he croaks.

Olvia says nothing. Her grip is steel around his wrist.

Yelling. The holographic couple flickers into the room, Megumi’s expression panicked, Olvia’s glaring.

“No, Olvy, it’s too dangerous!”

“This is the only night we can do this; with the Blue Moon, all the gates are open and closer to our world than they ever will be. It’s- it’s- it’s the only way, and Goddesses know when it’ll happen again.”

“O-Olvy. Olvy. Listen to yourself. Please. You want to-“

He squeaks when she grabs his elbows, eyes boring into his. ”I have had nightmares these past few days. Of you, crumbling to dust in my arms. And all I could do is watch.” Her grip tightens as she clenches her teeth. “It’s—it’s all too real. This is the only way to prevent it from actually happening.”

Tears prick his eyes. “Olvy, please. I can’t lose you.”

Olvia leans in and searches his face for one, harrowing, second, before she releases and steps back, looking away.

”…You’re right, it is dangerous… Let’s take a break, then have some hot cocoa together,” she murmurs.

Megumi sighs. The anxiety is so clear on his face, yet he can’t get himself to voice it. He swallows thickly. “…Okay. Okay.” He sighs again and scrubs his face. ”…Okay, okay… I’m… sorry.” And he leaves, heading towards the bathroom.

”…Not your fault,” she murmurs to his retreating figure.

The door closes behind him, and the vision flickers as a strange sensation tickles the real Megumi’s brain, like a wire disconnecting. Olvia’s grip tightens once more. If he listens, he could hear her breathing heavily.

…Not-Olvy stares at the door a while. Expression slowly draining, drop by drop, until blank. She pushes herself off the couch and enters the kitchen, starting the kettle, grabbing items. A single mug, a single packet. She empties the cocoa mix into the mug, and when the kettle begins to scream at her, the hot water too. She stares into the murky water for a long, long moment… and produces a tiny bottle from her sleeve. One drop, two. Mix it in. Stare at the liquid.

Stare at the door.

When it finally opens, her expression brightens into a sweet smile. Megumi’s face relaxes instantly, and he scoops her up into a tight hug.

”I’m sorry,” he breathes into her hair. ”I’m so sorry, Olvy. But I c-“

”It’s ok, Megs. It’s ok.” She grins and holds up the mug. “Hot cocoa?”

He looks at her with an expression so soft, so full of love. And he takes the mug, takes the sip, and gives it back so she could have some too. ”Tha-“

The sound scarcely leaves his mouth before his eyes roll back and he topples over.

[PART 2]