We are always open to asks, and want to just give everyone a small post, if you want to ask about any of our WIPs! We have five main ones, that are more vibrant than the others, and we have a whole World that gives us more trouble and whump than anything else! Or feel free to ask general questions! [^o^]/
Thanks to the lovely @happystarfishnightmare for tagging us in this game! Definitely late, but we are getting through the draft hoard and hope you don't mind the wait!
Check out her response here! c:
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We will be taking these lines from the work, Marathon Runners!
The mansion almost seems alive.
It is almost as if Ada can feel it, the walls and foundation breathing and shifting, if only softly. She wants to reach out and feel the stone, to see if she can feel the breaths, can find a pulse or something else within the walls of the house.
She keeps her hands to herself, quietly follows Natalia as she leads her to the rooms. The doors shift, going from large dark brown wooden walls to softer pink doors more worn from use and history. Natalia gently knocks against some of them, hearing something that Ada didn’t bother to eavesdrop on.
She keeps her hands to herself, quietly follows Natalia as she leads her to the rooms. The doors shift, going from large dark brown wooden walls to softer pink doors more worn from use and history. Natalia gently knocks against some of them, hearing something that Ada didn’t bother to eavesdrop on.
Large windows give her a good view of the landscape, the gentle lights of the garden glowing softly. The bed sits in the middle of them, larger than any other bed that Ada has been in, a canopy holding silky white curtains, probably for privacy. Two doors sit on either side of the room, Ada guessing that they are a bathroom and closet.
She is still staring when she hears a snort, tearing her eyes away from the room to find Natalia giving her a smirk as she watches her.
“Do you like it?”
Softly Tagging (taking from these Masterlist to spread the love!)
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Thank you to the lovely midnights-melodiverse for tagging us in this game! We are sorry it took us so long to do something like this, forgive our tiny brains and their desire to follow the footsteps of the most fickle Being in the Worlds, our Muse.（；´д｀）ゞ
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We will be taking these lines from Marathon Runners! Haven't been spending a lot of writing time with this one, but here is a cheer to some lines that we still enjoy to have around at the moment!
So familiar, she would recognize it in a shouting mob, Lux drags her entire focus to him. She stares as the rest of the members slowly go silent, and she tries to backpedal a little to figure out what words his voice formed.
She hears a chair slide as someone stands, doesn’t even bother looking away from Lux as Oscar addresses him.
“You shouldn’t be here Lux.”
The Sprana shifts, the nervous habit entirely common but making Ada feel for him. She tries to give him silent reassurance, wills his eyes to catch hers so he knows she is there.
But he doesn’t even glance towards her, his eyes shifting from Oscar to Arlow instead. She chances a glance at the apothecary, blinks in surprise when she sees him give the Sprana the tiniest shakes of his head. Ada frowns, moves to glance back at Lux as the man take a tiny breath and stares Oscar down.
“I know of a place we can go.”
The silence is loaded, filled to the brim with tension and shock. Ada blinks, glances from Lux to Oscar. The man finds her eyes and she tries to shrug when he narrows his eyes.
Open Tags for the Games, for now! We have a whole lot of them to get through, so won’t be bombarding anyone with a bunch of tags at the moment. (*≧▽≦)
Run.
She wants to do it forever, can’t get enough of the wind and burn and the way her body explodes in joy. She keeps going, not fearing the exhaustion that took most of the Sprinters off the roads, especially nowadays.
Run.
He doesn’t want to, not anymore. The air that once brought him bliss now screams around him. Even so, he barely misses a single noise, the panic setting in on how loud they were becoming.
Run.
There was no stopping, not when the goal is so close, the road to freedom bleeding the lines so hopefully until-
They crash.
~ steampunk, fantasy (Magicks included)
~ third person, present tense
~ coming from the stars, hidden identity, war among the classes
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World:
Frio Thania, the World of Winds and Roads
One of the many destinations of the Galaxy Gateway, Frio Thania holds twin continents, Iria and Flaekari. Given over to steam power and roads, the twin Lands house many a Town and District, holding many different Beings. Humanity holds most of the power and influence, more People of Magicks keeping to the shadows and existing in quiet companion with Humanity.
Iria, the Marbled Earth
One of the Twin Continents of Frio Thania, Iria holds more of Humanity than the People of Magicks. Given over to the crowded Cities of Ekios and the forsaken territories of Blasia, the divide in those who hold the power of the steam engines and those who work for pressure of it is loud and obvious.
Klonea, the Fields of Echoes
The roads and fields that stretch between the Districts of Iria, Klonea is filled with ghost towns and trails that provide the roads between Towns and Cities. Made mostly of rolling hills and peaty heaths, many secrets and Beasts hide just shy of the dusty roads on traveling cabins.
Ekios, the Polished Cities
Full of crowded apartments and mansions that hold the rich and powerful, Ekios is powered by metal and steam engines. Given over to those who enjoy the comforts of the influence and prosperity of Humanity aiming for Impossibility, Ekios boasts the potential of both Being and Beasts.
Protected by Inscriptions of the Guards of the Twin Continents and quietly powered by those who mold fire and earth, Ekios is home to Clarinborne Manor, Moonhallow, the Molten Districts, and the capital city, Brittlemire.
Blasia, the Secondhand Territories
Filled with the roads of Klonea and the Towns of Arcahollow, Blasia is where the backbone of Iria resides. Filled with the more modest work of Humanity and the heavy work of the steam engines, Blasia is where the more poor and forsaken live quietly alongside the glamour and glow of Ekios, the Polished Cities.
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Magicks:
Marath, The Worldfaring Comets
Born of the scales of Bailrei , Ancient of the Void, the Marath are the Worldfarers who are blessed by the comets of the galaxies. Holding bodies made to orbit and eternally burn through the Worlds with their lungs and legs, the Marath hold most of their Magicks in their bodies, instead of pouring them into the Worlds.
Sprana, the Worldfaring Meteors
Born of the breath of Bailrei, the Ancient of the Void, the Sprana are Worldfarers who are blessed by the meteors of the galaxies. Holding bodies made to burst through the Worlds with their lungs and legs, the Sprana are the brothers of the Marath, created to hold more bursts of energy without the longevity of their siblings.
The Woodwork of the Inscribers
Born with the whispers of Magicks and potential, Inscribers hold the ability to bleed Impossibility into sigils and symbols of the Runes of Zechariah. Giving themselves to the works of Humanity, they can give life through any medium that whispers for their mind.
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Characters:
Jeremiah Lucian Clarinborne
Upholding the honor and myths of the Clarinborne Manor, Jeremiah Lucian is from the the higher classes of Ekios. Trying his best to give Blasia everything that is handed out to Ekios without a single thought, he holds more than a few powerful enemies as he seeks out allies.
Arcahollow Claringborne, the Guardian of Blasia
One of the Inscribers of Twin Continents, Arcahollow is the Guardian of Blasia, the Secondhand Territories. Once renown as a Savior who made sure the rolling hills and Towns thrived and prospered, Arcahollow is more than a myth for the Towns, forgotten by the Histories of Humanity.
Known for their rolling Inscriptions and their continuous Magicks that rival the Worldfarers, most claim that Arcahollow was a part of the once fabled Marath, those who could run to the ends of the Worlds without pause.
Ada "Arcahollow"
One of the "Wards of the Arcahollow," Ada is a Sprana who fleed into Blasia in order to remain free from the crushing race between Humanity and the People of Magicks. Keeping to herself and using her Magicks with reserve, she gets thrown into more than just a loop when she meets her galaxy.
Oscar Bradley Kadwell
One of the residents of the Sanctuary of Arcahollow North, Oscar is an Inscriber who helps the people of Blasia alongside Ada and Arlow. Wishing for nothing more than to be safe and survive, he pushes himself into willingly cross the wrong lines.
Arlow Seth Rayburn
An outcast of the higher classes of Ekios, Arlow is an apothecary that cares for the Towns of Arcahollow. More Knowledgeable than most within the Lands, he is more seen as an elder and scholar than anything else.
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Status:
Currently focused on worldbuilding and scene drafting, the project is still in development with both characters, societies, and the world.
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Snippet:
Lux is paling with every second that passes.
Ada can see it, her eyes burning into him as Arlow and Oscar go over the details of the police within the Town. It is more than obvious that his fear holds something more than the general tension that comes with the whistleblowers; Ada catches that glint in his eyes that she caught when they first met.
Unhinged fear, crippling itself in his head and making his body shake. She almost wants to go to him, to assure him that even with the police being terrible in general, the Town barely had anything to fear; runaways were stupid to find themselves in this little place of Forgotten Lands. It is too small, too crushed, to really hide anyone in need of obvious refuge. But she keeps herself still as Arlow goes to Lux instead, a hand gently trying to grab his focus as the man asks after the Sprana.
“Lux, it’s fine. They don’t know about your existence yet; we can hide you, if you really aren’t up to meeting police.”
They all wait for Lux to focus on Arlow. There are a lot of people who hold nothing but terror for the ones in uniform, the corruption preceding any kind of work the actual good ones try.
But instead of smiling, or trying to agree, instead of anything that would calm the terror screeching through Ada’s chest, Lux simply hisses out a sentence that makes her blood freeze.
“You don’t know me.”
He is gone in the next second, immediately running into the depths of the House without making any noise. Ada almost bolts after him, Arlow immediately reaching out for him, before the solid knocks yanks all of their attention to the door.
“Goldenhedge Police!”
Thank you to the lovely @enchanted-lightning-aes for tagging us in this game! We are so late with these tags, but we are getting them done and working through the draft hoard!
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We will be doing these last lines from Marathon Runners, and sorry for everyone who wanted more of a different scene, but we rarely write in order, sorry not sorry. (´ ◕◞౪◟-)-☆
Ada shifts from her bed quickly, Lux’s eyes flicking to her and struggling for a moment before his tiny smile is there, voice barely slurring as he gets himself together.
“Good Morning Ada.”
Three Words For Three People! :D
Soft Tagging (taking names from this Masterlist to spread the love)
@aalinaaaaaa | @bookish-galaxy | @caspia-writes
Thank you to the wonderful and amazing @winterandwords for tagging us in this tag game! We are so sorry to be getting to this so late, but we promise, we are getting through the draft hoard!
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We will be taking this from Marathon Runners!
Ada stares for a second, mind processing the scene before her as Lux winces a little.
“Sorry A-“
Softly Tagging (taking from these Masterlists to spread the love!)
| @blind-the-winds | @helathorloki |
I wish to ask if you could possibly introduce Lux, as I've seen him mentioned here and there and I find my interest piqued 👀❤︎
- Locke 🕊
hello and how are you?
Happy Blorbo Blursday, our beloved Locke! Thanks for stopping by, and of course we can introduce Lux, how would the stars deny the Worlds of the soft and gentle glow of thousands of sighs of Knowledge for their curiosity?
We will probably end up making an Intro Post for him, you always end up being the brightest driving force for some of our actions. \(≧∀≦)ゞ
But let's see what we can do about giving up some things about Lux and putting out in the spotlight for a bit!
Maybe we can do some facts about him too, along with little snippets, since Lux is very much an experience for Ada, and the readers we think, and he is kind of just hiding behind us before the gods forbid we hold a social MC. (*≧▽≦)ツ┏━┓
A soft introduction would be that Lux is a runaway who ends up slamming into Ada, quite literally, while both of them are running along the roads of Klonea.
Holding stormy grey features and being entirely silent in absolutely everything that he does, he is more of a hermit than most and is more than happy to bleed into the background. He also is a Worldfarer, though his actual identity is hidden for a good majority of the story! His nickname is Lux, more bc that is how he was introduced to us, with a name, a fear, and a desire to run away.
He is charismatic, down to earth, and gentle in all manners, and makes friends with everyone, even the stoic and grumpy Arlow, who is more than likely to curse you than give you attention. He also knows so much more than he could ever say, and is more than to listen rather than speak!
He also is hiding secrets, and leading lives, and trying to keep himself from more than just the authorities who seem to be more than keen on his capture and existence.
A Snippet, Just For You! c:
Lux lets Ada take the lead, and the Sprana sets an easy pace, eyes continually glancing at the other runner the whole way. Nothing in his posture or his stamina shows any sign of the burn of a circuit but Ada holds no reserves that the man must be on the verge of collapse.
He hasn’t slept once since getting settled in, something that makes Ada’s stomach flutter with nervous anxiety. She knows what awaits people who don’t stay true to their circuits, but she leaves it for now. Lux is obviously more than anxious at the moment and she makes a mental note to ask about it when they get back.
So she lets that fall away, instead focusing on the silence she couldn’t ignore.
Everything in Lux is quieter than the breath of the forest. Nothing moves with the snap and crinkle of normal steps on the unmarked path. No panting lifts and his breaths, even hidden under his full mask, are not even whispered. His feet fall as if they are landing on air and even her soft thuds into the ground seem to echo for days in the wake of his phantom steps.
She almost misses their spot, entranced by his movements, but she stumbles enough to stop herself, Lux immediately slowing and stopping with her. His features barely show any indication of actual effort and she feels conscious as she breathes. But hiding air and trying to silence lungs is a stupid thought, and she berates herself before giving him a nice smile and waving around them.
“It’s not much, but it is a solid spot. I made small dented roads from the cliffs to the edge of the Woven Hills. Should be enough space to practice, right?”
Ada waits as Lux seems to scan the area, eyes raking over everything and anything as he walks around, his steps more tiny breaths compared to even her stabling lungs. She waits for the verdict, weirdly tense from something she doesn’t catch, especially once those stormy eyes find her again.
They soften in agreement, Lux nodding before he pulls the mask down from his face, a smile settling in his lips.
“It is a good spot.”
