These girls found him extremely attractive and started flirting, but I was taking care of that idiot Diego. DON'T SCOLD ME GUYS!!!!! IT'S ANTONIO AND THESE GIRLS, NOT ME OKAY!! JUST BLAME DIEGO😫
Which of your characters have your favorite dynamic?
Whether it's a romance, a friendship, or a rivalry - what makes that dynamic your favorite to write? Has it always been part of your story, or did it develop naturally as your characters grew?
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Answer the question(s), then either reblog this post or create your own and tag it with #WritersWednesday!
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The rain poured steadily as Nikolas sat alone, soaked to the bone, staring silently at the ground. Benedikt spotted him from a distance and hurried over, worry written all over his face.
"Hey... what's wrong?" Benedikt asked softly. "Why are you sitting out here in the rain?"
Nikolas barely looked up. "Hm? ...Just leave me alone. I just want to be by myself."
Benedikt frowned and stepped closer. "Do you really want to be alone... or is something bothering you? Is it because you're hungry? I told you before—you can always have some of my blood whenever you need it."
Nikolas immediately shook his head. "No! I don't want to! You're too important to me."
A gentle smile crossed Benedikt's face.
"And you think it isn't important to me that I want to help you?" he asked. "You're important to me too, Nikolas. That's exactly why I want to help."
Nikolas clenched his fists, his voice trembling.
"I... I can't, Ben."
Benedikt sighed, his expression warm and reassuring.
"It doesn't bother me at all. Just take it. You don't have to go through this alone, okay?"
Nikolas let out a frustrated curse.
"...Fuck." For a moment, neither of them spoke. Only the sound of the rain filled the silence.
Finally, Benedikt held out his hand.
"So... shall we go?"
Nikolas looked at him for a long moment before giving a small nod.
"...Yeah. Okay."
how it feels when the cc link goes directly to the download instead of having to click through a maze of websites and bullshit to finally get to the link
The elementary school for my save file is taking shape! So far I finished decorating a regular classroom and the art room. 🎨🖌️
('Fun' fact: Before doing my degree in English and German Literature studies, I worked as an educator at a special needs primary school. I loved the job, but my migraines did not, so I eventually decided to leave teaching behind. I had a lot of fun during that time, tho, and I still look back on it fondly. 🤍)
I'm not sure whether to reblog or make my own post, I'm gonna try making my own this time 😆 Last week's Writer's Wednesday by @wolkentage was:
Introduce your main character
Saxen, my favourite chew-toy. Having finished the modern day story, this year I started on the prequel so we're dealing with a much younger, much healthier Sax in a very historically inaccurate, pseudo-medieval, fantasy setting.
Sax is a vampire mage (in this world, vampires are their own species, born rather than made, and follow slightly different rules. Magic users learn how to wield magic, rather than being born with the ability). He's quite literally genderfluid in that he uses magic to switch between whichever body he feels like having, though his pronouns are always he/him. He named himself.
He is diligent, hard-working, observant, and feels things more deeply than his usual lack of expression might suggest. His desire to protect the people important to him sometimes borders on control, and he has a bad habit of deciding what's best for others.... very much someone with good intentions, but who often misses the mark.
● How would they describe themself?
This younger version of Sax has a lot more self-confidence. He would describe himself as highly skilled, but he is aware of his flaws. He just doesn't necessarily see the need to change them.
● And how much have they changed since the beginning of the story?
The prequel has only covered 2 days of story timeline so far, so he hasn't changed much 😆 His future self has the same qualities but they're all ramped up to 11, or forced to go off down weird pathways due to his ill health and inability to use magic the way he used to.
What's that they say about doing the same thing again and again and expecting different results?
Previous / Next
Lilith: Sorry I kept you waiting. I had some… business to attend to. Remind me, Drea. Where did we leave off?
Drea: Listen, time’s up for beating around the bush, so give it to me straight. Are you a vampire?
Lilith: [unconvincingly] Vampires aren’t real.
Drea: Bullshit. I’ve been at every show since Del Sol Valley. I’ve seen the fangs flashing onstage, the red eyes glowing in the dark, the supernatural spell over the audience. [pauses expectantly] The groupies who disappear until morning and return — if they return — dazed and confused.
Lilith: [smirks] Oh, so you’d like to be one of them? Doesn’t it scare you, the thought of the ones who don’t come back?
Drea: No.
Lilith: Well, I suppose I can put a word in with Miss Hell, though I think she’s already preoccupied with-
Drea: [giggles] It’s not Miss Hell I’m here for. Because you know who else I’ve seen at every show? You.
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Drea, narrating: Some people might say I was asking for it. Those people are fucking idiots. Sure, I was an adrenaline junkie seeking a high, but the veil of persuasion hanging over that place was so thick you could practically choke on it. “One more drink,” she kept saying, squeezing her seductive tentacles tighter around my skull. I had no control over that moment at all, if I’d ever had any to start with. I was sure I would die there, nothing but trash crumpled up in the alley, decomposing alongside the roaches. But I didn’t. I saw black and red, felt my body dragged across pavement, heard them bickering over how much my existence was worth.
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Lilith: I’m the one who chooses, Mary, remember? Well, this one is mine, and I’m choosing to save her.
Miss Hell: No, you’re choosing me to save her for you. They’re food, Lilith, not pets.
Lilith: She wouldn’t be a pet. She’d be one of us, an equal.
Miss Hell: And what makes her so deserving of that privilege? Do you even know her name?
Lilith: It’s Drea, and I like her! She… wanted me! [quietly] It was nice to be reminded how that feels.
Miss Hell: [amused] Oh, is poor little Lilith feeling unloved? God forbid you’re not the center of my universe for five fucking seconds!
Lilith: You’ve been done with me for months, Marybell. Why not let me have her?
Miss Hell: Funny you think you deserve a favor, considering you nearly jumped ship with your bleeding heart brother.
Lilith: But I didn’t! I stayed. I helped.
Miss Hell: You do it then, if you want her so badly.
Lilith: [through gritted teeth] I told you. I never learned to do it right. Straud bled me like a pig over my brother’s body. I’d empty her of whatever life is left before the gift took. Please.
Miss Hell: [sighs heavily] Fine. Give me some fucking space. Now, get her out of my sight. I have neither the patience nor the time to raise a fledgling.
For the longest time, Harlow dreaded picking up a chess piece - the game wasn't the same without Grandpa. But when he tried the chess society, everything came rushing back. The determination, the complexities, the love for the game!! He even got Francesca into it, though she isn't a good competitor yet.
