Darius + Words of Affirmation 💕🗣

CLAIMS TO BE LOYAL TO THE END. BITES THE HAND ANYWAY.

GETS BITTEN. CONTINUES TO HOLD OUT A TENDER HAND (IN ITS PALM A SOFT AND LOVING HEART) NONETHELESS.

A new writeblr intro to celebrate me ACTUALLY creating WIP intro posts...

A Little About Me...

31 years old | academic interest in esotericism, magic, true crime, and all things strange and unusual | writer of horror, sci-fi, and urban fantasy | anime weeb | should probably read more

Some of My Favorite Books:

Dark Tower Series (Drawing of Three and Wastelands specifically) | Hope by Glen Duncan | Smoke Gets in Your Eyes by Caitlin Doughty

Some of My Favorite Shows:

NBC's Hannibal | Arcane | Evangelion | Haunting of Hill House | Mind Hunter | Fullmetal Alchemist | The Big O | Haruhi Suzumiya

Current Works in Progress

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Original Content and Lists

Tag Games

Ask/Tag Game List | Science Fiction Trope Tag |

Inspiration & Writing Resources

Science Fiction

Long-Term Nuclear Waste Warnings |

Side Stories and Excerpts

I wanted to gather these all in one place so I can keep track of them. I’ll be adding a link to my pinned post for easy access. Enjoy!

Beyond the Darkness & Nightshade

Merpeople and Space Angels

Misc

They’re a 10, but… Tag Game!

Thanks to @whimsyqueen, @paradisiacalshroud, and whoever else has tagged me for this game in the last few weeks. 😂 I've been wanting to do it but have been otherwise consumed.

Here we gooooo! Doing this for the Second Serpent crew.

Seung Kim is a ten, but she has enough baggage to weigh down at least three elephants.

Ehren Schmidt is a ten, but he always makes you decide on where to go for dinner. "I'm not picky," he says. Sheesh.

Egon Schmidt is a ten, but you'll never beat him at arm wrestling. He won't even give you a pity win. Then he'll rub it in your face.

Eckehart Schmidt is a ten, but he rants about jazz composition and wax philosophical whenever he gets drunk.

Martin Hightower is a ten, but he has everything dry-cleaned. EVERYTHING.

Dimitri Sokolov is a ten, but he always gives you the most judgemental side-eye whenever you set down a cold drink without a coaster.

Rowan Faraday is a ten, but she'll drunk call you at 3 AM on a Wednesday demanding McDonalds be brought to her immediately.

Franklin Belks is a ten, but always has at least one complaint about every movie you see together.

Lavanya Bhakti is a ten, but she talks about death, like, a lot.

Rhen is a ten, but she's a space cadet and will absolutely forget the names of all of your friends.

Antoni Nowak is a ten, but he has a very disturbing book collection.

Kainnon is a ten, but you'll have to carry every conversation you have. This boy ain't exactly, uhm, vocal.

Dick Soloman is a ten, but he's a workaholic and insists that you never, ever step foot in his basement office. (Omg run away while you still can.)

EDIT: I almost forgot to tag! No pressure to @flowerprose, @athenixrose, @dgwriteblr, @jess-p-edits, and @thethistlegirl.

tag game description:  “kinda curious what my moots actually look like, make a picrew of yourself, and add it in a reblog!”

(that post was getting long so I just made a new one lol 🙈)

Tagged by @jessica-writes22

picrew used:  aloha sushicore

This made me (lowkey hella) curious what you guys look like. Though, I know face reveals™️ are awful and anxiety-inducing, so no pressure!! Because same lol. But doing it through Picrews is so endearing and cute and sweet so,,,, first face reveal 😂// hopefully it helps someone feel more comfy! 👀❤️✨

AHHHHH this is so cute!!!! I love "seeing" you and everyone else!!!!!! 💕💕💕💕

"Ten's But" Tag Game

Rules: List your ocs as "tens but" to give us a not at all comprehensive scope of their characters.

Thanks for the tag @the-void-writes This is a wonderful excuse for a character study!!!

Tagging: @writingonesdreams @circa-specturgia @jess-p-edits @tryingtimi @writerfae @inkingfireplace @jessica-writes22 @catharticallysarcastic @kashacreates @avrablake @muddshadow @cherrybombfangirlwrites

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Princess Astrea: She's a ten, but she has trust issues will beat the shit out of you if you cross her.

Pirate Elijah: He's a ten, but he'll flirt with any pretty little thing.

Antor: He's a ten, but he's apparently a mysterious dilf.

Will: He's a ten, but... his self esteem was beat out of him as a child.

Daughter- Heir Elayna: She's a ten, but would sooner share oxygen with a book than with you.

Royal Guard Vera: She's a ten, but she has the hots for serving Elayna ✨however✨ she can.

Prince Louis: He's a ten, but the only thoughts in his head are "men...🥴 or.. women..?😳. Men,, ANND Women??!! both,.,. together!!??🤯"

King Ezekiel: he's a ten, but would go swimming in a lava field completely naked.

Queen Edrei: she's a ten, but would slap you unconscious if you did something stupid (even if you were already bleeding out). [She has done this to Antor]

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~new characters~

Corrupt Magic Researcher Damian: he's a ten, but he'd sooner sacrifice his children for his corrupt magic research than love them.

Pyrian Heir Aleksander: he's a ten, but can manipulate you into believing your greatest fears are your greatest desires.

If you've been waiting to read Sheridan Bell and the Vanishing Beast, the story is now COMPLETE! (and free to read). If you like fantasy or detective fiction, check it out!

Has received such praise as "Feels just like Sherlock Holmes" and "Wow, Henry's collecting potential ships left and right"

commission

things are going to be difficult. But you

are going to be difficulter

thats the spirit!!!!! be a problem to your problems!!!!!!!!! mark your territory! !!!!!!!

Heads Up Seven Up

Responding FINALLY to @aohendo's tag from like a month ago. Thank you! 😭

Jeebus. Time flies.

Anyway, rules are to write the last seven lines you wrote and then tag seven people.

I've been working on Project Avalon. Not quite seven lines but ya know whatever.

Tagging @jess-p-edits, @jezifster, @evethenovicewriter, @whimsyqueen, @dgwriteblr, @thethistlegirl, and @smilingpaperbag.

🥰 Have fun!

Circa Specturgia - In a red courtyard

A scene from my main WIP, Circa Specturgia. I had a lot of fun writing this one, tried out a few things, had new ideas I weaved in there, and hope that you enjoy reading it as well! Includes my protagonist, Caspian, and Adira.

Inspired by the song “Dangerous” - Welshly Arms, recommend playing it once they get to sparring! ✨

TW// Violence, Fire, Start of a panic attack

The Vælan stepped over to the Jihn who stood in the shadow of the inner courtyard walkway, joining him hidden in the shadows formed by the silver moonlight from above. His expression was muddled, a mess of confusion, helplessness, frustration, and deep though, brow furrowed and wine red eyes glistening in silver, locked on the boy training in the courtyard.

He made to move towards the mahogany railing, pulling on a smile, before she stopped him, placing a hand on his shoulder, speaking quietly.

- ”It’s not what he needs right now. I’ll handle this. You need to get some sleep after todays shit.” She said, adding before Cyril could say anything more. “Trust me with him, alright? Rest.”

He hesitated for a moment, looking between Adira and Cas, before sighing and smiling tiredly, this time genuinely, intense focus fading. Leaning in, he brushed his lip to her cheek, before trudging to their room silently as she had, light on his feet as ever, though it was clear from how far his shoulders slumped when he let his wide frame relax that he had been tense. Adira couldn’t help but think of her own father, how he’d worried over Alvor when he’d trained himself to the bone.

Once she heard him collapse on the bed, then did she move to the stairs, ears slightly twitching, picking up the sounds of the rest of the space. Scribbling pencil and hushed whispers from Tam and Ciro’s room. Alix’ having no sound, they had fallen asleep early, reading. Crows feet pattered on the patterned burgundy roof of the building. The steps were loud, creaking if not for her avoidance of the loud ones, making her way to the edge of the square.

Adira leaned against the pillar at the edge of the walkway where it opened into the courtyard with her arms crossed, watching Cas’ form and footwork intently. Analytically. The boy met her eye for jut a moment, stoping for just a half-second before fluidly transitioning into the next step, feet dancing over the tiled design. He’d improved.

- “Are you trying to get a repeat of whatever happened back there? Whatever that was?”

- “I’m trying to make sure I don’t.” He replied tersely, though not stopping his movements, his tone dead, focused.

- “…You’ve gotten better. I’m proud.” She said after a minute.

- “Stop trying to make me feel better General. Doesn’t suit your… everything.” He cracked, moving to face his back to her, to hide the small smile that passed over his expression.

- “Same brat I had to beat all those basics into, huh?”

A loose strand of flame flew towards her at the jab, extingushed on reflex with a flick of the wrist, water rising from the grated channels running around the perimiter of the courtyard to answer her call.

She chuckled at the immature gesture, focusing on his expression again, his face being a mask of focus, though she’d seen him focused enough times in training to read the hidden worry etched in his brow.

- “Hey, look at me. Kid.” She spoke sternly, but with an uncharacterstic gentleness to her tone, catching Caspian off guard, prompting him to let the dancing fire burn out, his eyes just black once more, the worry becoming all the more prominent. “You’re not losing yourself to power. I’ve seen it happen, that’s not what’s going on here. Whatever it is, it’s not your fault and not in your control. Now get some rest.”

- “I’m not tired.” He replied, once again summoning flame, fluid and controlled movements not betraying any sign of deceit.

- “No, you’re not…” she paused for a minute, asking after a few moments of footwork. “Can’t sleep?”

Cas nodded. A moment of quiet passed, only the furling and whipping of the flames and the wind of the night audible, before the vælan steped forward, taking off her jacket and rolling up her sleeves, tying her hair back with a blue ribbon previously tied at the wrist.

- “Tell you what. I could blow off some steam. Slagsmål, let’s go.”

- “You sure…? I don’t want to cut into the others sleep-” Cas began, raising an eyebrow, before she cut him off.

- “You need something to take your mind off of things. Be selfish for yourself once in a while Kid.”

Cas sighed, eventually leaning down to roll up the cuffs of his currant pants, rolling up the sleeves of the loose shirt, finding his spot on the opposite side of the tiled floor from where his teacher. She stretched kicking off her shoes, first fingers, then hands, arms, shoudlers, core, legs, calves, ankles.

The two knelt before each other, one knee, meeting eyes before leaning down, forehead to the cold, course slate. Rising slowly, Cas felt her influence encompass the space, instantly extending his own, pushing back, a pale smile ticking the corner of his lips, the familiar and comforting chill of pressure running up his spine. A heaviness filled the air, flowing, fluid, but universally dense. Both held their breath.

In a split second, the courtyard was filled with flame, crimson light, strings snapping, the deep thrum of energy reverberating through the air, the hiss of quenched fire filling Adira’s ears as she guarded.

A heavy thud accompanied by a grunt from beyond the sea of red and gold brought on a smirk. She’d hit her mark. The flames died, revealing the scene, Cas a few feet to the side of an angled pillar of ice. He shook his arm in annoyance, wincing though not speaking, regaining his balance, uncharacteristic intensity, no banter as was his norm. His form shimmered for a moment, as she watched his stance widen and lower. One foot sliding back, eyes locked on her, slow flames starting to dance from his chest, arms, legs… Sense. ‘On-command, huh? Nice work.’ She thought, before speaking.

- ”Now-” She matched his wager, focusing, feeling her breathing slow and deepen, heart thundering in her chest, voice reduced to a heavy whisper, her breath turning to mist - “you’ve made things interesting, kid.”

Cas held for a moment, watching his mentor’s stance. Silver frost gathered across the alf’s skin, spreading across the tiles beneath her feet. An opening. It took him about a half a second to capitalize on the opportunity, feinting his control to the left before aiming an arc at her right, the bass of the blast shaking the courtyard as he attacked. Cold washed over his fist. She’d managed to parry. Damn it.

The hair stood up on his neck, dodging out of the way of a strike from the left, back stepping. The fire around him sparked brighter. So long as he kept that up, he could counter at least some of the ice, limit her range of getting him close.

Another step back, melting the ice she’d formed under his feet without effort. Move, keep your guard, dig in to strike, stay in control. These words echoed in his head, like a mantra of focus, negating strikes from the right and above with a forceful spiral of fire. The ice cracked with a thunderous snap from the shock of heat.

Move. He stepped towards the right, against the attack, not away. A second one followed the first he’d countered, this time dodging. Shards sharp as metal, grazed his shoulder.

Keep your guard. Senses sharpened, acute. An arc prepared, from the lower right. He quickly extended his influence there as well, the same flow as Adira’s ice in preparation, but one of fire. Meeting it as it was formed, the air shook, cracking, heat and cold. A perfect Bossellian Counter. Adira didn’t have time to be proud.

Dig in to strike. The student raced forward, crossing the distance between them instantly, in a move too annoyingly reminiscent of a certain Jihn now asleep upstairs, to the mentors eyes. Eyes like embers sparked with focus, an exhilirated smile on his face. A matrix glowed in his hand, hastily drawn. Spiraling Triangles Formation. ‘Not bad Kid,’ was all Adira could half-think before training kicked in, weaving a counter.

Stay in control. Control. A sudden cold washed over his mind, freezing him up for a moment.

He’d pushed too hard. A memory of what had happened when he’d felt like this before flashed before his eyes. He pulled back on reflex. Before he could really grasp what had happen, he was on the ground, cheek scraped against the tile, Adira pinning him down. His breathing became uneasy, shaky, panicked. Afraid.

It all couldn’t have taken longer than 20 seconds.

A blade clanged into the ground in front of his face, showing him the reflection of his eyes.

- “Hey. Hey, look. Not gold. You’re fine.” He stopped struggling immediately, frozen for a second before relaxing as she climbed off of him, resheathing the knife. Cas’ breathing leveled out as he got to one knee, hair falling in his face, exhaused. “You can’t just pull back the moment you feel powerful. Don’t fear it. You’re strong Kid, if it happens again you’ll power through it… How long have you been practicing anyways?”

- “An hour… Give or take.” He managed, barely.

- “Breaks?”

- “Every ten minutes.” He pointed at a kettle and few herbs he had lying at the edge of the courtyard. Something told Adira he’d been drinking it straight, scalding, taking advantage of the resistance to temperature.

- “Well, you’re done for today. You’ll put yourself in a coma if you push yourself after Sensing like that. Get to bed. I’ll be beating you till you pass out every night if you don’t take better care of yourself starting now. Understood?” Cas managed a weak smile.

- “Understood, General.” He turned to walk to the stairway, before she added.

- “What I said before, I meant it. It’s not your fault, Cas. Whatever it is… You have us. We’re not going anywhere. I won’t let anyone hurt you, neither will Cyril, alright?”

- “Thanks.” His voice was a bit hoarse when he finally spoke, wiping a fleck of melted ice from his eye as he dragged himself upstairs.

- "Yeah, yeah. Get some rest, Kid. You’ll need it for when I kick your ass again tomorrow.”

Hope you enjoyed! ✨

Taglist? Taglist! ✨ Thanks to all these wonderful people for supporting me and giving me the inspiration and motivation to write!

@bloodlessheirbyjacques @athenswrites @magefaery @writingonesdreams @muddshadow @awritingcaitlin @agrimedena-drax @pinespittinink @tryingtimi

Question for Bloodless Heir Taglist!

I typically only tag you guys in scenes and snippets that are relevant to plot, and the occasional AU!

But I've also been starting to write some smut / nsfw content to get to know my characters a little better! And it's personally helping me develop their dynamics a lot!

However, I haven't tagged anyone in those because I know not all of you are comfortable with that content.

So, I'm curious if anyone would like to be added to a NSFW Bloodless Heir taglist!

Let me know in a reply, a reblog, or DM if you would like to be added!

It's okay if it's not your thing! No worries!

I know a lot of you guys are 18+ since our ages are in our bios. But some of you don't have your ages! So, if you respond favourably, I would also like some confirmation that you are in fact 18+!

(If it is not in your bio)

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Here are links to 2 examples of nsfw content that I would consider adding a taglist to!

Only read if you're 18+ and comfortable with this content!

Both are for Astrea x Elijah.

As you can see in these, I'll always add TW's before the snippet when they apply! And they will be under a cut!

Taglist: *added to nsfw taglist!