elaynab-writing:

cheshireinunderland:

elaynab-writing:

Hey all, tell me about your WIPs!

Reblog this post with a description of your current wip(s)! I’d love to learn more about them.

I feel like I’m missing some awesome projects in the mess that is tumblr! I want to hear all the things!!!

You have no idea what you have unleashed but okay. WIPs? I got a few for ya.

An Ex-Saviour’s Guide to Life After: Witches, wizards and that kind of thing are a dime a dozen. Magic is an everyday part of life. It’s used to cook, to clean, to repair. It’s taught in every school, bought and sold in every shop.

Once in  a generation,  a “saviour” is prophesied to arise to defeat a great evil. Sometimes that evil isn’t always what it appears to be. Sometimes it’s global warming, sometimes it’s an eldritch being.

Aubrey Ordifale was the previous generation’s saviour, fated to die after their encounter with the eldritch being, Diabolos. However, something went wrong.

They didn’t die.

Over fifty years later, tired and bitter and maybe a little angry under their apathy, they live in an apartment and work in a coffee shop. Few remember them as being the saviour and they don’t care enough to mention it.

Until the world is in need of another saviour.

Follow the Stars and Hope They Give You an Answer (shortened to Follow the Stars): Being the goddess of the stars, astrology, astronomy and pretty much anything relating to space is all fun and games until you get stuck babysitting the sun god’s teenage brats whilst on a global road trip with the guy himself trying to find out how to prevent their imminent deaths.

Chóros, call her Astra, never should have walked into that bar. She should have never locked eyes with Apollo, drunk Apollo at any rate. She also should have never met Cyrus and Eliana Hickey, wasn’t that an unfortunate last name, and she most definitely shouldn’t have agreed to look after them.

It was a good thing the sun god was cute.

(Featuring a goddess who drinks too much coffee, two teenage sun children and the sun god himself in a comedic road trip across countries with a side order of romance and a plot that was abandoned at the first diner they stopped in)

Counting Down the Years: Time travel isn’t all exciting trips to the past, escaping life or death situations and solving some of the greatest mysteries of mankind.

Sometimes, it’s making the clothes the ones that actually go back in time wear look authentic. Sometimes, it’s making sure they get their shots so they don’t contract the plague and die. Sometimes, it’s maintaining the equipment used and making sure it doesn’t blow up.

Or: a story about time travel, told by those who will not go back.

Summer Citrus and Chilli Peppers (or: that one I named after paint): It isn’t easy being an artist in the city. It isn’t easy being an artist anywhere but there’s something about the city. There’s the going weeks without eating anything healthy for one and the house with the leaky roof for another.

But Amanta Sìthiche is nothing if not determined.

Armed with a head full of fantasies, a weasel for a roommate and a fridge that never runs out of oranges or spicy peppers, she’ll make it through.

She has to.

Apartment 34: Fire, Water, Earth and Air get an apartment together. Or something like that.

Muriel Holton, a swimming instructor who just likes to stay under the water for hours on end. Pele North, a bartender whose hair tends to go up in flames when she’s pissed off. Skye Angeles, a painter whose love of flying causes more than a few problems. And finally, Laurel Tremaine, a gardener who makes her life easier by manipulating the earth.

With appearances from Pele’s sometimes boyfriend, Laurel’s girlfriend and Skye’s old fashioned parents.

Really, it sounds like a bad sit-com.

Ok these all sound amazing I can’t even begin! I love the idea of a worn over savior (and I have a monster in my story called a Diabolo too!)

Also time travel, but with the mundane aspects that suck? Sign me up.

And I would totally watch that bad sitcom of Apartment 34. Like serious it would be great I think.

All of these sound phenomenal. Seriously sign me up and tell me more!

Lmao, okay!

I can direct you to a few posts about them.

An Ex-Saviour’s Guide to Life After:

Aubrey’s Character Introduction Thingy 

Florian’s Character Introduction Thingy

Grimm’s Character Introduction Thingy

1st Piece of Actual Writing

2nd Piece of Actual Writing

3rd Piece of Actual Writing

AESGTLA PowerPoint 

Follow the Stars and Hope They Give You an Answer (shortened to Follow the Stars):

1st Piece of Actual Writing

2nd Piece of Actual Writing

Counting Down the Years:

Intro Post

1st Piece of Actual Writing

2nd Piece of Actual Writing

Summer Citrus and Chilli Peppers (or: that one I named after paint):

Intro Post

Apartment 34:

Intro Post

lilmissravingwriter:

mortepiacere:

A handy list of poisons for writing reference, provided to you by me, Bella

Poisoning is one of the oldest murder tactics in the books. It was the old equalizer, and while it’s often associated with women, historically men are no less likely to poison you. This is not a guide on how to poison people, you banana bunches, it’s a guide on writing about poisons in fiction so you don’t end up on a watch list while researching them. I’ve taken that hit for you. You’re welcome. These are just a few of the more classic ones.

  • Hemlock: Hemlock (conium maculatum) is one of the more famous ones, used in ancient times most notably in Socrates’ forced suicide execution. So it goes. The plant has bunches of small, white flowers, and can grow up to ten feet tall. It’s a rather panicky way to die, although it wouldn’t show: hemlock is a paralytic, so the cause of death is most often asphyxiation due to respiratory paralysis, although the mind remains unaffected and aware.
  • Belladonna: Atropa belladonna is also called deadly nightshade. It has pretty, trumpet-shaped purple flowers and dark, shiny berries that actually look really delicious which is ironic since it’s the most toxic part of the plant. The entire plant is poisonous, mind you, but the berries are the most. One of the most potent poisons in its hemisphere, it was used as a beauty treatment, so the story says, and rubbed into the eyes to make the eyes dilate and the cheeks flush. Hench the name beautiful lady. The death is more lethargic than hemlock, although its symptoms are worse: dilated pupils, sensitivity to light, blurred vision, tachycardia, loss of balance, staggering, headache, rash, flushing, severely dry mouth and throat, slurred speech, urinary retention, constipation, confusion, hallucinations, delirium, and convulsions. It’s toxic to animals, but cattle and rabbits can eat it just fine, for some reason. 
  • Arsenic: Arsenic comes from a metalloid and not a plant, unlike the others here, but it’s easily the most famous and is still used today. Instead of being distilled from a plant, chunks of arsenic are dug up or mined. It was once used as a treatment for STDs, and also for pest control and blacksmithing, which was how many poisoners got access to it. It was popular in the middle ages because it looked like a cholera death, due to acute symptoms including stomach cramps, diarrhea, confusion, convulsions, vomiting, and death. Slow poisoning looked more like a heart attack. The Italians famously claimed that a little arsenic improved the taste of wine.
  • Strychnine: Strychnine (strick-nine) is made from the seed of strychnos nux vomica and causes poisoning which results in muscular convulsions and eventually death through asphyxia. Convulsions appear after inhalation or injection—very quickly, within minutes—and take somewhat longer to manifest after ingestion, around approximately 15 minutes. With a very high dose, brain death can occur in 15 to 30 minutes. If a lower dose is ingested, other symptoms begin to develop, including seizures, cramping, stiffness, hypervigilance, and agitation. Seizures caused by strychnine poisoning can start as early as 15 minutes after exposure and last 12 – 24 hours. They are often triggered by sights, sounds, or touch and can cause other adverse symptoms, including overheating, kidney failure, metabolic and respiratory acidosis. During seizures, abnormal dilation, protrusion of the eyes, and involuntary eye movements may occur. It is also slightly hallucinogenic and is sometimes used to cut narcotics. It also notably has no antidote. In low doses, some use it as a performance enhancer.
  • Curare: Chondrodendron tomentosum is lesser known than its famous cousins, but kills in a very similar way to hemlock. It is slow and terrible, as the victim is aware and the heart may beat for many minutes after the rest of the body is paralyzed. If artificial respiration is given until the poison subsides, the victim will survive.
  • WolfsbaneAconitum has several names; Monkshood, aconite, Queen of Poisons, women’s bane, devil’s helmet) and is a pretty, purple plant with gourd-shaped flowers. The root is the most potent for distillation. Marked symptoms may appear almost immediately, usually not later than one hour, and with large doses death is near instantaneous. Death usually occurs within two to six hours in fatal poisoning. The initial signs are gastrointestinal including nausea, vomiting, and diarrhea. This is followed by a sensation of burning, tingling, and numbness in the mouth and face, and of burning in the abdomen. In severe poisonings pronounced motor weakness occurs and sensations of tingling and numbness spread to the limbs. The plant should be handled with gloves, as the poison can seep into the skin.
  • FoxgloveDigitalis is large with trumpet-shaped flowers that can be many colors, but usually a pinkish shade. It may have from the term foxes-glew, which translated to fairy music. Intoxication causes nausea, vomiting and diarrhea, as well as sometimes resulting in xanthopsia (jaundiced or yellow vision) and the appearance of blurred outlines (halos), drooling, abnormal heart rate, cardiac arrhythmias, weakness, collapse, dilated pupils, tremors, seizures, and even death. Slowed heartbeat also occurs. Because a frequent side effect of digitalis is reduction of appetite and the mortality rate is low, some individuals have used the drug as a weight-loss aid. It looks a bit like comfrey, which is an aid for inflammation. Make sure not to confuse the two.

Thank you

writersshock:

cheshireinunderland:

elaynab-writing:

Hey all, tell me about your WIPs!

Reblog this post with a description of your current wip(s)! I’d love to learn more about them.

I feel like I’m missing some awesome projects in the mess that is tumblr! I want to hear all the things!!!

You have no idea what you have unleashed but okay. WIPs? I got a few for ya.

An Ex-Saviour’s Guide to Life After: Witches, wizards and that kind of thing are a dime a dozen. Magic is an everyday part of life. It’s used to cook, to clean, to repair. It’s taught in every school, bought and sold in every shop.

Once in  a generation,  a “saviour” is prophesied to arise to defeat a great evil. Sometimes that evil isn’t always what it appears to be. Sometimes it’s global warming, sometimes it’s an eldritch being.

Aubrey Ordifale was the previous generation’s saviour, fated to die after their encounter with the eldritch being, Diabolos. However, something went wrong.

They didn’t die.

Over fifty years later, tired and bitter and maybe a little angry under their apathy, they live in an apartment and work in a coffee shop. Few remember them as being the saviour and they don’t care enough to mention it.

Until the world is in need of another saviour.

Follow the Stars and Hope They Give You an Answer (shortened to Follow the Stars): Being the goddess of the stars, astrology, astronomy and pretty much anything relating to space is all fun and games until you get stuck babysitting the sun god’s teenage brats whilst on a global road trip with the guy himself trying to find out how to prevent their imminent deaths.

Chóros, call her Astra, never should have walked into that bar. She should have never locked eyes with Apollo, drunk Apollo at any rate. She also should have never met Cyrus and Eliana Hickey, wasn’t that an unfortunate last name, and she most definitely shouldn’t have agreed to look after them.

It was a good thing the sun god was cute.

(Featuring a goddess who drinks too much coffee, two teenage sun children and the sun god himself in a comedic road trip across countries with a side order of romance and a plot that was abandoned at the first diner they stopped in)

Counting Down the Years: Time travel isn’t all exciting trips to the past, escaping life or death situations and solving some of the greatest mysteries of mankind.

Sometimes, it’s making the clothes the ones that actually go back in time wear look authentic. Sometimes, it’s making sure they get their shots so they don’t contract the plague and die. Sometimes, it’s maintaining the equipment used and making sure it doesn’t blow up.

Or: a story about time travel, told by those who will not go back.

Summer Citrus and Chilli Peppers (or: that one I named after paint): It isn’t easy being an artist in the city. It isn’t easy being an artist anywhere but there’s something about the city. There’s the going weeks without eating anything healthy for one and the house with the leaky roof for another.

But Amanta Sìthiche is nothing if not determined.

Armed with a head full of fantasies, a weasel for a roommate and a fridge that never runs out of oranges or spicy peppers, she’ll make it through.

She has to.

Apartment 34: Fire, Water, Earth and Air get an apartment together. Or something like that.

Muriel Holton, a swimming instructor who just likes to stay under the water for hours on end. Pele North, a bartender whose hair tends to go up in flames when she’s pissed off. Skye Angeles, a painter whose love of flying causes more than a few problems. And finally, Laurel Tremaine, a gardener who makes her life easier by manipulating the earth.

With appearances from Pele’s sometimes boyfriend, Laurel’s girlfriend and Skye’s old fashioned parents.

Really, it sounds like a bad sit-com.

#and in conclusion #I should not be allowed to create new WIPs

@cheshireinunderland Mood.

I am just a source of Moods recently

writersshock:

serazienne:

batmansymbol:

baeronism:

this quiz tells you what your homeric epithet would be and well, isn’t this the question that keeps us all up at night? feel free to reblog and put your epithet in the tags, mine is bright-eyed

@hand-of-glory did you make this

“curse of men”

“rouser of armies”

Homer often used this epithet to describe Apollo, who is the god of many things, including but not limited to music, truth, the sun, poetry, and the plague, which is, you know, unfortunate.

cool

“The great teller of tales!

The Greek hero Odysseus had many epithets ascribed to him (others included “much-enduring,” “cunning,” and “man of twists and turns”), and this was one of them, so you’re in good company.

neat!

elaynab-writing:

Hey all, tell me about your WIPs!

Reblog this post with a description of your current wip(s)! I’d love to learn more about them.

I feel like I’m missing some awesome projects in the mess that is tumblr! I want to hear all the things!!!

You have no idea what you have unleashed but okay. WIPs? I got a few for ya.

An Ex-Saviour’s Guide to Life After: Witches, wizards and that kind of thing are a dime a dozen. Magic is an everyday part of life. It’s used to cook, to clean, to repair. It’s taught in every school, bought and sold in every shop.

Once in  a generation,  a “saviour” is prophesied to arise to defeat a great evil. Sometimes that evil isn’t always what it appears to be. Sometimes it’s global warming, sometimes it’s an eldritch being.

Aubrey Ordifale was the previous generation’s saviour, fated to die after their encounter with the eldritch being, Diabolos. However, something went wrong.

They didn’t die.

Over fifty years later, tired and bitter and maybe a little angry under their apathy, they live in an apartment and work in a coffee shop. Few remember them as being the saviour and they don’t care enough to mention it.

Until the world is in need of another saviour.

Follow the Stars and Hope They Give You an Answer (shortened to Follow the Stars): Being the goddess of the stars, astrology, astronomy and pretty much anything relating to space is all fun and games until you get stuck babysitting the sun god’s teenage brats whilst on a global road trip with the guy himself trying to find out how to prevent their imminent deaths.

Chóros, call her Astra, never should have walked into that bar. She should have never locked eyes with Apollo, drunk Apollo at any rate. She also should have never met Cyrus and Eliana Hickey, wasn’t that an unfortunate last name, and she most definitely shouldn’t have agreed to look after them.

It was a good thing the sun god was cute.

(Featuring a goddess who drinks too much coffee, two teenage sun children and the sun god himself in a comedic road trip across countries with a side order of romance and a plot that was abandoned at the first diner they stopped in)

Counting Down the Years: Time travel isn’t all exciting trips to the past, escaping life or death situations and solving some of the greatest mysteries of mankind.

Sometimes, it’s making the clothes the ones that actually go back in time wear look authentic. Sometimes, it’s making sure they get their shots so they don’t contract the plague and die. Sometimes, it’s maintaining the equipment used and making sure it doesn’t blow up.

Or: a story about time travel, told by those who will not go back.

Summer Citrus and Chilli Peppers (or: that one I named after paint): It isn’t easy being an artist in the city. It isn’t easy being an artist anywhere but there’s something about the city. There’s the going weeks without eating anything healthy for one and the house with the leaky roof for another.

But Amanta Sìthiche is nothing if not determined.

Armed with a head full of fantasies, a weasel for a roommate and a fridge that never runs out of oranges or spicy peppers, she’ll make it through.

She has to.

Apartment 34: Fire, Water, Earth and Air get an apartment together. Or something like that.

Muriel Holton, a swimming instructor who just likes to stay under the water for hours on end. Pele North, a bartender whose hair tends to go up in flames when she’s pissed off. Skye Angeles, a painter whose love of flying causes more than a few problems. And finally, Laurel Tremaine, a gardener who makes her life easier by manipulating the earth.

With appearances from Pele’s sometimes boyfriend, Laurel’s girlfriend and Skye’s old fashioned parents.

Really, it sounds like a bad sit-com.

Fun AU That I Have Been Loving for a While: Mallory, Anshee, Azami and Milo were friends in high school/secondary school, shit happened and now Azami is a ballet dancer, Anshee is a folk singer and Mallory is a violinist/fiddler/singer whilst Milo is a waiter.

Chaos ensues.