#side wip

[inspirationallybored]

Uh, is it a bad idea if I, a planner by heart, decide to post a story with no planning at all because the story and idea is so fun to write and I haven't made much progress on the two main ones and I'm afraid I'll not write this one either but I want to properly flesh this story instead of winging it otherwise it'll go haywire with the format it has???

I've only written one chapter btw.

[evertidings]

— INK\VOID [@notellum]

[lazy-box-head]

They’re going to be bonded in matrimony in a moment!!! I swear 😭😭😭

[crimsonshadetress]

last line tag

Thank you for the recent tag, @muddshadow and probably some old ones @agrimedena-drax, tags go back at ya, show me some more of your awesome stuff please. ❣ I'm finally, kinda back on track with writing, so here we are. I'm working on a side story for my unwritten fantasy series, so yeah, I'll bring a little from that lol. Also no pressure tagging: @circa-specturgia, @bloodlessheirbyjacques, @the-void-writes, @erensattacktitandick, @friendlyneighborhood-writer, @aschlindartroom, @approximately20blorbos

A side story with Avelyn visiting the religious center of her religion, and discovering some secrets. It's her first dream sequence.

Looming shadows stretched around like a blanket covering the sweet children at night. Formless, familiar figures. Those, who she wouldn’t name without worrying about tasting sand, her tongue turning ash in her mouth.

People, surround her, caging her. 

She was in the temple. Alone. Lonely. There wasn’t a single soul around, only her and the echoing halls of the Phravani. They were mounting, stretching into heaven, far above the sky. She couldn’t see the ceiling, just like in the Illatheum. 

She couldn’t breathe. 

“Worry not,” a gentle voice called. It was everywhere. 

She trembled, standing in the great hall, letting the wind play with her locks. 

Wind.

Tender, caressing, soothing. 

Merciless, dangerous, deadly. 

She was trembling, searching for the voice in the vast, open space, her toes sinking into soft satin. Pillows for praying, scattered around. She was standing on one, her limbs numb, immovable.  She tried to encourage herself to step, yet never succeeded. 

“It’s alright.” It was the same voice, but where did it come from? 

Shadows were all around, as if idly waiting people. Watching her. Studying her. 

Reading her soul. 

Then, a pathway opened up — an aisle really. Beautiful, rich, decorated. She was walking through it, passing paintings of great philosophers and prophets. Theoden, and his Path. He was among them, the one she recognised immediately. 

She wanted to hide. 

The aisle led to a two-winged door, pearlescent gleaming glittering on its surface. There was no telling where from, but she knew where it opened to. And so she reached for the handle, pushing it gently. 

The door creaked silently.

She peeked in, her heart throbbing in her throat. She found a glimpse of fine praying flyers hanging from the walls discreetly, no paintings drilled into them. A simple carpet stretched across the floor, a similarly humble, carefully made bed and a vanity beside it. No carving ornamented the mirror painted matte obsidian, leaving the place without a lively glisten. Something she always noticed in a place lived in. 

She shuddered, a knot that never left her stomach weighing her down even more. The place held so much in itself, yet she nearly crumbled under its emptiness. 

And she knew it was Amorellan’s. 

Seemingly, the thought brought her out, her eyes catching the other’s regal form blending into the crashing shadows. As if they were coming from her. 

Amorellan was inspecting something, an object, almost as radiatingly hollow as herself. Her back faced her, which let her believe Amorellan was not aware of her presence. 

Amorellan twirled the object in her hand, inspecting it. There was no sign of what it was, or what she intended to do with it. Yet, she had a sickening feeling in her gut, a warning. 

Amorellan held up her hand, and so she caught a little peek of an awfully familiar, yet foreign item. 

A crystal. 

[writemeforgotten]

POV: It's 3am and you're still awake trying to figure out what name to give to the love interest in your new side WIP.

[evertidings]

it’s friday… 🐍

[evertidings]

STOP INK/VOID SOUNDS SO COOL ALREADY HELLO????? the name alone is giving me a theory brain infestation girl help

hehe it's been in the works for a longggg longg time, just something i haven't got around to seriously until more recently. very excited about it <333

[lazy-box-head]

Just a side wip