Send Me An Ask Directed At One Of My Ocs And I’ll Answer It In-character

I’m only following 67 blogs, I definitely need more blogs to follow

Reblog this post if you post any of the following and I’ll check you out!

mythology (all types; if we’re talking specifics though, I’m mostly interested in greek/roman, celtic and japanese myths and legends)

aesthetic (preferably soft or pale aesthetic, any aes will do though!)

literature

writing

original content creators (meaning if you create your own moodboards/edits/graphics etc.)

I would love it if my mutuals could possibly reblog this to help me out?

Vane probably takes it a bit too far. He doesn’t dress up too much, just a long coat and a hat that paints a nice shadow over his face. He brings a real knife, though, because ‘everyone can see it when they are plastic, and nobody’s gonna be scared of that‘. Jack would appear as a clever pun or something generally witty. He’d, maybe, wear a neat suit, with clean white cuffs, a tie and a suitcase full of paperwork. We are all scared of mediocrity, aren’t we? He ends up having to explain his costume for the entire evening. Anne would do something classic. She comes as a witch, looking a little more elegant in a dress than any of them had expected (including herself). She threatens to bewitch people that get too close, and with her glower, nobody takes the risk.

So in a modern Black Sails au what would our favorite pirates and friends dress up as?

december 3rd??? what the fuck. what’s next? december 4th? a 5th of december???? give me a fucking break.

I have some animal companions for you! They are all animals my band of traveling artists, The Elements, encountered on the road and adopted, either because they were left behind by someone or because they have disadvantages that would have made surviving out in the wild hard for them.  The first one is Milton, named after the poet that wrote Paradise Lost. He’s something called an ‘epitaf’, which is a small rodent-like creature, but with a pointed beak instead of a snout. An epitaf has the ability to ‘read’ wishes, so if a hungry predator comes near them, they can feel their hunger and hide. They are extremely quick climbers and usually live in and around trees. However, Milton is albino, so he stands out quite a bit. Now he inhabits Tungsten’s top hat. 

Then there is Guiseppe, a simple sheepdog that was the victim of a levitation spell gone wrong. When the Elements found him, he was up in the air and almost strangled by the cord that bound him to a tree. He usually wears a weighted harness to keep him on the ground, but during performances The Elements sometimes gives him a basket to collect money and let him float at knee height. 

The third animal is a wren called Valentine. A wren is basically a very small dragon. They live up in Northern Scotland and are about the size of a cat. They are not usually domestic animals, but Silver has tamed this one and it enjoys sleeping in his lap. The scales and wings of a wren change colour according to the temperature/seasons. However, Valentine’s scales are extremely sensitive. If he lays next to a fire, he gets brighter green, while running an ice cube over his paws will leave white trails. 

Last but not least, there is Ginny (her actual name is Sigal). She is a so-called cliffdiver. Cliffdivers resemble horses, but instead of manes they have scales that run along their neck and over their foreheads, forming patterns around their eyes. Their bellies are also scaled. They are extremely fast and can speed up and slow down in a matter of seconds, the scales on their stomachs protecting them against pebbles and other matter flying up around their hooves. They live mostly in Norweay, where they tend to galop to the end of fjords and stop suddenly (making them look like they will jump off and earning them the name of cliffdiver). Because of their speed, cliffdivers are often used as warhorses. So was Ginny, who was left behind when she was wounded, turning her right eye blind.  

If you guys have any cool animal companions/creatures/monsters/cool plants in your wips, you should come tell me about them. I want to know. Reblog. Comment. Message me. Send an ask. Idc I just want to KNOW

My battery is low... 

Today, a collection of cameras and steel was pronounced dead. She sang to celebrate herself, survived a marathon of miles, shared and showed her redburned hollow home. We gave her iron claws to drag along a planet's spine and when, one morning, the sensors would not wake, we shouted out a thousandfold: 'Are you okay?'

To no response.

She had a name. Between hurricanes and stars, we tend to love what kills or dies, ripping up our teddybears in Sunday morning rooms till stuffing snows and tickles throats, brings water to our eyes.

Stuck on an arbitrary globe, we compose 'Space Oddity'. Dream of escape, at least embrace the ache of rust she cannot feel. There is both humor and humanity in loss.

She might be us. Cross-winded, heading straight into the dust. We weave the trails into a 'why', frantic scramble metaphors, and with our scraped up hands, mold her dying code into a poem.

...and it's getting dark

I’m sorry this took so long! Here’s to the bard Hedorim Tolmish, by @hawkeyesout-punks. I hope it was worth the wait!

Requests for OC aesthetics are open.

Last line tag

Thanks for tagging me @converginglives! 

The first word Alba heard was a curse. They say swearing helps with pain. 

I’m going to tag @dreamsofbooksandmonsters, @lethalblizzwrites, @andtheotherwriter, @ladyliliana, @mercury-blogging, @thewriterandthestoryteller and @whatevertotesyourgoat. 

Thanks for the invitation to ramble! Come drop by on my blog/in my inbox anytime, I’d love to hear about your projects. I’m writing a historical fantasy, set in England around 1800. It’s about a band of traveling artists/magicians, each of them having left their homes and joined the group for their own reasons. I follow a couple of them throughout the story as they slowely split up because 1) Tin, a girl with a gun named Charley and the temper of a wargod, gets someone in prison per accident and goes on to attemp jailbreak 2) Silver, a lad pretending to be arrogant, leaves after a extensive misunderstanding and is taken in by a guy he is totally not falling in love with (spoiler: romance is the least of his problems) 3) Copper (sort of an asshole, but Silvers best friend) and Phosphore (she’s a godess, I don’t even know) go to find Silver but find quite something else and 4) Tungsten, the newest member of the group, tries really hard to understand himself, the world, and just to not fuck this up (spoiler: someone else fuck it up for him) I use this story to work with very different and diverse characters and I get to do a lot of historical research, so I really feel like I’m out playing and exploring!

Tell me what you’re working on!

I’m realizing as I see other writeblrs talk about their characters that I really don’t know what most of you are writing. (Or I did at one point and it’s hard to keep straight.) I’d love to become more familiar with your projects! I’m unfortunately an anxious introvert who’s too afraid to initiate conversations and I’m pretty sure the times I’m on Tumblr aren’t when anyone else is so I miss a lot of posts.

So I’m wondering if I could get all you writers to reblog this post and ramble about your characters? Or link me to a bio page for them if you have one? Or a page about your stories in general if you have that? If you want to, of course!

Please help out a curious person who stinks at talking to people. Even if we haven’t talked, I would love to hear your ramblings! 💚

For Josepe, who knows life doesn’t last

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Hey everybody! Just a little update. I am going abroad for a week, but afterwards I plan on publishing some more moodboards (sorry for the long wait), answering messeges and tags, and finishing up the page about my OC’s.  The last couples of weeks have rushed by me, but I look forward to getting back here!