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@godlyfantasy12 Nice pics of Grimm!
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
@esther-c I like that scene! A cute interaction between the two….
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
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Thanks, y’all! 😄 I love them so much!! 🥰
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@esther-c love it!!! ❤️
@mineralizedwritings thx!!!! Yessssss…he will get some medical treatment, and hopefully some hot tea…the baby 🥺
@godlyfantasy12 AHHHH, GRIMM IS SO HANDSOME!!!!!!!! 😍😍😍😍😍😍
@euodia-vision ahh, I’m so glad!!!! ❤️❤️❤️lol, I didn’t explain who they were, did i? XD
Richard was Meela and Mayla’s oldest brother, who died fighting Thanos.
Anthony and Natalie are Steve&Peggy’s newborn twins 😍
Named after Tony and Natasha 😭
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Richard was Meela and Mayla’s oldest brother, who died fighting Thanos.
Awwwwwww
Anthony and Natalie are Steve&Peggy’s newborn twins 😍
Named after Tony and Natasha 😭
DOUBLE AWWWWWWWWWW, I FREAKING LOVE THAT *tries to calm down*
I rolled the log over and underneath was a tiny little stick and I was like, "That log had a child
@freedomwriter76
AH sorry for the extremely late response! this week has been kinda hectic and I didn’t get to read and appreciate what you’ve written till today *sigh*Ohhhhhh boy XD I love the interactions with Rocket and the rest of the group, they’re hilarious.
is this where is ‘self versus the world’ mentality comes from in your fanfiction?AHHHHH THIS IS FOR EVERYONE MY HEART *tears up* that is a great scene, girl! =D
"...I did not say to the seed of Jacob, 'Seek Me in vain..."
(Part of) Isaiah 45:19@freedomwriter76 @loopylin @esther-c @euodia-vision @kyronthearcanin @whalekeeper @keilah-h @gwyndalf-the-wise @princesachronicle22 @mineralizedwritings
HEYOO!!
so…..I wrote some today…
And…as I was writing…something took a bit of a turn and I was like HEH!!! Ok angst time XD
so, I couldn’t figure out totally what I wanted to do for the following scene for Ara at the beginning, so I skipped ahead slightly and went to November’s introduction POV.
this is the first time the reader meets November.
So I started writing it…and…
it took a bit more angsty turn??
So originally, November has always been kinda bullied and looked down on by A’Grend because he’s very clumsy, kinda small-ish, he doesn’t have an apprentice-ship, things like that, plus his home life isn’t the best but that doesn’t have to do with why the ppl treat him badly.
but as I was writing….
It went…uhh…
Way deeper then just bullying….
so…
YEA ENJOY WHAT IVE WRITTEN SO FAR XD
“Aye, boy!”
November’s neck popped at the speed he turned. He pointed to his chest, mouth forming into small ‘o’.
“Ya, you! What, are ye deaf?” November shook his head, face flushing as his curls bobbed. “Grab that box o’er there and set it o’er here.”
The ginger blinked, confusion swallowing his face as he searched for said box. Finding what he presumed to be the correct container, November lifted it with a grunt. His arms strained under the pressure-what was in this thing?-and he bit his bottom lip as he focused on not tripping.
He’d nearly made it to his destination when the inevitable happened; the sole of his shoe caught the floor, making one leg skid to a stop. The other leg, still moving, wobbled under the weight of the box, and with a yelp of surprise-and dismay-November found himself reeling backwards. The container, thankfully, tumbled forward; the wood splintering open and the contents spewing.
November gasped as his back hit the ground. He clutched his stomach protectively, glad the large box hadn’t fallen on top of his small frame.
“Ah!” The man from before cried, having witnessed the event. “Look at this mess!”
November sat up with a groan, wincing at the sight. It was, indeed, a mess.
Broken glass littered the floor, along with the wool and cotton that had been used to pack it in. Pieces of wood had been flung to far corners of the large tent and smaller splinters littered the ground nearby. November frowned, reaching a hand to his curls.
“Hobbs! What ‘appened?!” A deep voice asked as the flap of the tent flew open, revealing two more men, both younger then the one now towering over November. Their eyes widened at the sight before them.
“This lad here broke one of the Silvenings!” Hobbs screeched, his beard wagging as he flung his arms wildly.
November’s face paled.
He looked at the broken glass once again, now able to make out it’s reflective surfaces and small golden etchings.
His heart thumped.
Oh…
Oh.
The younger two still stood at the entrance, silent for a moment. They looked from the mess to November, who still sat on the floor.
“Hobbs…why, in the name of Aú, would you ask this lad to…to move one of the Silvenings?!” The tallest of the two stepped in, waving a hand at November, who flinched. He stepped close to the bearded fellow, whispering in a low, conspiratorial tone, “Do you know who this is?”
November’s stomach twisted. He pulled his legs up to his chest, wishing the floor would open up and swallow him whole. The two men’s voice grew lower while the other in the entryway continued to glare daggers at the ginger, making him squirm.
Hobbs lifted his head from the conversation, looking at November with wide eyes. He shook his head, “Light One, forgive me,” he whispered.
Bile rose to November’s throat but he quickly swallowed it.
Was he really that bad?
The man at the entryway finally spoke, “What are you doing here, lad.”
November flinched, not expecting to be spoken to. “I-I…”
“Speak!”
“Easy, Alis,” the other man, who November didn’t yet know the name of, said. At least he didn’t sound quite as angry… “Boy?”
“I…” November fumbled, licking his dry lips. “M-My dad sent me…t-to get something.”
“Ah, yes. I know your father.” The man nodded. “Riven is a wealthy man. He’ll have to reimburse the people for a new Silvening.”
“A new Silvening…haven’t needed a new Silvening in generations!” Hobbs grumbled, eyes pouring with fury.
“Not much more we can do,” the man said, placing a hand on the older’s shoulder. He turned back to November, brows furrowing. “I suggest you get home, and tell your father that the next time he needs something, he should come himself.”
November winced, but nodded, slowly rising to his feet.
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#ProtectSeb@freedomwriter76 just read ur Rocket interaction scene!! So question, does this take place after like the snap and everything??
if so, I’m just wondering if some of the attitude (besides rocket being rocket obviously) is also him being kinda ya know grieved a bit because of his friends (and son…I mean that’s gotta be hard watching Ryo and Steve because no matter what anyone says Rocker and Groot are father and son! FIGHT ME!)
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
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#ProtectSebAH I love this scene! =D
I’d have tripped tooJust out of curiosity, what’s a Silvening?"...I did not say to the seed of Jacob, 'Seek Me in vain..."
(Part of) Isaiah 45:19@gwyndalf-the-wise HEH tbh I’m not entirely sure XD it came while I was writing.
some glass objects used during the Harvest season/festival every year or so. They’ve been passed down tho, so like artifacts.
im thinking it’s kinda like mirrors or glass that kinda refracts that sun, kinda used to celebrate the Light (since that’s a big part of their culture) and the sun is a must for harvest.
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebOh, I love that scene!!! It’s so good! I just love November XD
The Silvening thing is really cool, too! 🙂
Follow your heart, but take your brain with you.
Awwwww November!!! 😭 Poor boi.
Great scene Godly!
I rolled the log over and underneath was a tiny little stick and I was like, "That log had a child
XD I get that. But they sound cool!
"...I did not say to the seed of Jacob, 'Seek Me in vain..."
(Part of) Isaiah 45:19Oh poor November 😭😭 that was so good and sad, I can only imagine the reaction his dad is going to have 😭😥😥
(Pls tell November he’s absolutely lovely and he should ignore anyone who tells him otherwise?)
"And so I left this world just as I had entered it. Confused."
YALL!!!
so…
firstly…Ik I made a forum about my series, and I will be using it, but the thing is I kinda plan on it being a more….
Coherent thing?? In the fact that I’d like to set it up more, like starting off with the character and stuff and then getting into plot or Worldbuilding or whatever.
whereas random bursts of…ideas or something…idk I may put anywhere XD
THAT BEING SAID!!!
Ive been…monkeying with a bit of Corvina (and thus November’s heheh) backstories…when it comes to their parents…
Mostly their mother…
Originally, Corvina’s mother was an all out villainess.
Like Lilith, unredeemable really, she doesn’t really get any motivation tho, even tho Lilith does, except that there was probably some mental manipulation and stuff involved do to her also being a “Servant” of Eder.
However…
Yall know how much I love music, and making songs fit my characters. If I like a song, I love it more if it fits a Charrie or book or part of my book…
And I was listening to NF’s new song Mama…
and none of my charries fit that song!!!
and then…I thought of Corvina…
and I was like “UHH NO…her mother is EEEEVIL!!! Like CAPITAL E!”
But then I really loved listening to that song more with Corvina in mind, because I’d already been thinking of maybe having Corvina forgive her mother as an adult, after being healed by Arthur, and before she has her own daughters, or maybe when.
But I still wasn’t sure how to go about…
Not justifying what her mother did, because it was wrong, (specifically I’m thinking of one thing that very much hurt Corvina and takes her years to heal from)
but…showing that they weren’t so different.
showing that, when Corvina was a child, maybe before November’s birth or even when he was really small her mother had been…actually mother-like.
but I couldn’t figure out what would change her so drastically….she’d already been under Eder’s control at that time…
and then…
I discovered it.
Its slowly been coming together, and tonight it hit me while listening to a song called Onward & Upward by Tommee Profitt.
Make Corvina’s mother suffer just as much as Corvina did…in losing November.
Make her think her son is dead too…
And make her blame Corvina…
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
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