#talentless

[artemisiamasterofnone]

Kotlc elves: talentless elves are the scum of our beautiful shining earth. They are mistakes that were never meant to be born. They are blights that make our perfect world worse. To even think of associating with them, never mind falling in love, is sin. If your child is talentless your bloodline is doomed to useless genetics for the rest of your immortal lives

Also kotlc elves: we're really big on equality no ableism or eugenics here haha

[wow-youre-so-pretty]

Jensi panic attack anybody??

[evil-era]

i wish i was able to draw💔

[thegoddesswater]

Writblr Introduction

Hello folks!

Figured that it was about time that I attempted some kind of writblr introduction post, since I’ve been leaning more into that side of things in recent years. This is still my catch-all blog, though, so there is a lot here that is not just writing. I do have a dedicated writing blog, but it is for my 18+ content only and posts are sporadic at best. (TheTemptressWater, if anyone is interested. Please, no minors on that one.)

You can call me Water, you may also see people calling me K’ika (with or without the apostrophe) — either is fine! Or TheGoddessWater always works too if you prefer. 

I write both original fiction and fanfiction, though I don’t tend to talk about my fanfiction in any great detail here. Or anywhere, really. It’s very niche stuff and I tend to vaguely mention it and then drop a chapter or story to AO3 with very little fanfare. Anyway, that’s to say that if I’m chatty about a project, it’s mostly likely an original.

My primary genre is fantasy, though you might not realize that to look at my current projects. I do also play around in the sci-fi end of that spectrum and I do occasionally (very occasionally) brush up against horror, but that's usually incorporated into other projects as opposed to genre I write standalone.

I currently have three main projects on the go, and I flit between them like a hummingbird with commitment issues.

MIADHACHAIN LEGACY

Usually just abbreviated as ML, Miadhachain (said “me-otch-in”) Legacy is a light sci-fi, political dystopia. Originally planned as a quartet, ML has currently been stripped down to the foundation and the plot is undergoing some restructuring. The main players here are: Zaria Miadhachain – the disowned daughter of a corrupt senator, focused on getting back what she lost however she can; and Adair Rios — a disillusioned former slum brat and soldier turned bodyguard charged with keeping Zaria alive and well while she’s taking bigger and bigger risks. Aiming to get a Zero Draft of this one started (and done) this year.

TALENTLESS/WILD CARD

Most often just referred to as Talentless, this is a queer fantasy duology (with the potential for something like an anthology of shorter tie-in works) set in a world rife with elemental magic. War is coming for the Kindom of Prylea. Following the sudden disappearance of the Prylean Queen, and the equally abrupt failure of the King’s health, one-time allies have turned hostile attention to the once prosperous country in light of its presumed weakness and strategic location. Amidst this upheaval, a lone knight is dispatched to find a missing mage who maybe the last person who can stabilize Prylea once more. Main characters here are James Gallagher and Maggie Blackwill, but I also talk about and play around with the other characters a ton. Currently working on completing a full first draft of this project.

PROJECT 404

A standalone YA post-apocalyptic cyberpunk/sci-fi novel. Glenn is a young Dead Zone Runner, and while his forays out into the hostile dead zone may be hazardous, they are still far preferable to having to navigate his way through his tech-heavy world. Glenn is private and distrustful, the kind of guy who has contingency plans for his contingency plans, and when his Dead Zone run track record gets him selected as a prime candidate to help with a research project, his quiet, private little life is disturbed not only by Evadne and her research, but by certain interlopers he hoped never to encounter again. When Glenn activates one of his contingency plans, destroying his own mind in the process, it falls to Evadne to follow the scant clues she has from her time with him to puzzle together a way to bring Glenn back to himself. This project is in the discovery draft phase and I probably talk about it least of the three original projects.

[thetemptresswater]

Unwholesome OC Week Day 1: "I Hate Everything About You"

M/F | General Vancil/Penelope Vancil | Talentless

How these two decided getting married was the right course of action is anyone's guess. They've never learned how to get along.

Words: 912

Prompt: Hatefucking/Violence

Content: Toxic Marriage | physical violence | non-graphic vaginal sex | fighting to fucking

The crack of the General's hand against her cheek left Penelope tasting blood, and not for the first time. Her eyes burned as she turned back to him, glowering and wiping her mouth on the back of one hand, almost surprised when there wasn't a trace of the blood she tasted marking her skin.

"You dare," she hissed, "to strike me?" As though by pretending as though the action were a new one might make her husband reflect upon his choices.

Any hope that she might have had that he would find her words intimidating — small though the chance might have been — vanished as he scoffed, his hand darting out to catch her by the chin and yank her close to him.

"You dare to speak to me so insolently?" he hissed.

Penelope twisted from his grasp, slapping his hand away. "I do." She raised a hand to the space between her breasts, the place where her small dagger sat nestled between them, as it always did, as she glared at her husband. The unspoken threat didn't faze him. She shouldn't have been surprised; it never fazed him even when it was spoken aloud either. "Who would have thought the great General Vancil could be goaded so by mere words?"

"Silence."

"No."

Rage flashed in the General's eyes. Penelope knew what would be coming next, but the knowledge of what he would do was little enough preparation for the way he shoved her back into the wall.

"You have yet to learn your place."

Her place. The box he seemed to think he could cram her into if he only trimmed enough of her away. As if she could ever be held within whatever narrow definition he expected to contain her. He'd always liked her fight, her fire, yet now he sought to douse her, tame her to be the soft glow of a candle flame instead of the blaze he'd been scorched by and chosen to capture anyway.

"You have never had a place for me."

"You would find it if you behaved." The response was expected, turning it around on her, as though she were ever the only part of the problem.

General Vancil caught Penelope by the chin once more, his thrice damned blue eyes all but smouldering with rage, and something else, as he stared her down.

She refused to look away, glaring right back and noting the way his pupils widened the longer she returned the challenge in his gaze.

It was the only warning she had before his mouth was upon hers.

So often — not always, but often — it was what their fights became. Sharp words turned to the domineering need to keep the other person from speaking in the most primal way; tongues, teeth, and lips used to enforce each other's silence. Blows became hands fisted in clothing that was soon ripped — sometimes literally — from each other and discarded, the garments casualties of the Vancil couple's personal war.

Love had never been a factor. Not even on those nights they had conceived their children, their crude rutting little more than finding a release they could never seem to find through fighting alone.

It was no different this time. There had never been any of the tenderness that Penelope had been given to expect between husband and wife, not with him. Each staggered step to their bed was like ceding contested land in a centuries long skirmish, a give and take which overall left neither any richer.

The General pushed Penelope's legs apart, forcing the shape of himself between her thighs and driving his length into her with all the gentleness she imagined him using while spearing a boar while on one of his infernal hunts.

She scarcely made a sound as he began to thrust, swallowing back all but her sharpest gasps. He'd never earned anything more.

Her fingers digging into his back and scraping up his hard flesh only ever encouraged him, hastened his release, tactics Penelope had learned early on in their coupling that she employed often to bring about a quicker end. It had become habit for her to ensure she'd picked her nail beds free of all traces of him as she cleaned up in the aftermath.

Penelope's teeth sank into the General's shoulder, his motions sparking something like pleasure in her core, a precipice he'd ever led her to the edge of, drawing her closer, and closer. The promise of something more always just on the horizon.

General Vancil grunted his release, his seed spilling into her, off in search of a womb that would never again allow his or any other's offspring to take root. He rolled off of Penelope, satisfied with his own part of their coupling, his movements loaded with self-satisfaction.

If the thought of walking away from the General — from everything — didn't feel so much like conceding him yet another victory, Penelope might have left long ago. The passing humiliation of having his wife leave would only temporarily dull the shine of General Vancil's reputation, and merely temporary would never be good enough. Penelope wanted to see the day the exalted General lost his favour, would not be reduced to learning of it through barely reliable hearsay.

No. When the man who had ruined her life finally fell from the pedestal he'd been placed on, she'd get to watch it as it happened.

And if it got too bad before then? Well. She always had her knife.

[dementedethelcainlistener]

i think part of me wants to be an actor because i could be so many different people, get a taste of everything

[penguinlife]

[viviasama]

does anybody else feel like they don't have a talent? like you're interested in things and like to do things but you're not gifted at anything (or if you are then it's in phases or it dies out like a month later) no...? just me...? ok