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@mymomsaysbobcipher

New Intro Post!!! 

Okay so I’ve done intro posts before, but they were pretty much only about my writing. This one is gonna get into more who I am as a person before I start on the endless list of WIPs lol. 

Aaand that starts with the fact that I’m not a singular person. I’m part of a plural headmate family called The Inklings System (our name is a direct reference to C.S. Lewis, JRR Tolkien and Co.). 

The only three of us who write, both stories and posts for this blog, are Aven, Peregrine, and Elena. I’m Elena at the time of writing this, but any of those three names works for the online presence we share.

I’m 21 and traumatized, I do curse a lot and discuss writing traumatic stuff for catharsis on here, just a heads-up. 

I mostly post about my/our fiction writing here, but there’s an occasional sprinkling of random reblogs. I write New Adult/Young Adult sci-fi and fantasy centered around humor, healing and heart. I’m a sucker for found family, queer rep, dragons, mythology reworkings, and “the mortifying ordeal of being known” as a trope, plus tieflings and similar non-basic non-humans. 

More About Me: 

Pronouns: She/He/They/It 

Gender: Nonbinary, Genderfluid 

Neurospicy: ADHD, The ‘Tism, The Headmates 

Favorite colors: Lavender, Copper, and Black. 

Favorite Music: Taylor Swift, Fall Out Boy, Hozier, Megan Thee Stallion, Chappell Roan, Ariana Grande, Charli XCX, Paris Paloma, Kiki Rockwell, and just getting into Hatsune Miku and Kpop.  

Fandoms: The Riordan'Verse, The Inheritance Cycle, Gravity Falls, SPN, The MCU, 2016 Voltron, 2018 She-Ra, Kipo and the age of Wonderbeasts, Six Of Crows, ATLA & LOK, Legend of Vox Machina, The Dragon Prince, the Nimona movie, and just getting into The Owl House and Crit Role Campaign 4.

IRL Interests: Dolls, alt-fashion, making crafts and jewelry, collecting bookmarks and pretty rocks, cats, naps, cooking, baking, ancient history and mythology, digital art, plus writing both OG stuff and fanfic.  

Fun Facts: I genuinely love white chocolate, I’ve self-published a novella, and I have never been on an airplane.

Currently Writing: 

Waking Stones:

On a magical planet where everyone is living stone, twin outlaws and their Mom get recruited by their equivalent of Doctor Who to help fight a sentient black hole.

Between the Stars:

The Messiah is here, she's queer, and she's done with this shit.  

After The End:

What happens when you get brought back to find out the heroic self-sacrifice move didn't solve your problems, but make it Romantasy.

Currently Plotting: 

Magix:

Gods Of Semaris:

The Golem’s Song (Intro Post Soon)

Into The Divide (Sequel to Between The Stars)

Across The Universe (Sequel to Into The Divide)

✨things Zoey (K-Pop Demon Hunters) has 100% absolutely canonically done and you cannot convince me otherwise✨

– recorded Rumi singing Let It Go and doing the full Elsa hand-down-the-braid move. refuses to delete it. threatens to leak it whenever Rumi gets cocky.

– waited until Mira was in the middle of a complicated stretch and then did everything in her power to make her laugh and fall over. succeeded. got yelled at. would do it again.

– stole the last cookie and blamed Bobby. Bobby took the blame without hesitation. everyone knew it was Zoey. justice was not served.

– has used her shin-kal to pick her teeth (in private, she’s not an animal). Celine would pass out if she knew.

– has to be actively supervised in public because the last time they lost track of her she somehow ended up in a street rap battle with three strangers and a crowd forming.

– signs her name with little stars and hearts at fan signings and draws tiny doodles if staff doesn’t stop her. takes FOREVER.

– snores. loudly. starfishes in her sleep. Rumi has absolutely woken up trapped under a rogue elbow.

– randomly says English memes out loud (“can I pet that dog??”) at the worst possible moments. Mira understands. Celine ignores it. Rumi is always like “what does that MEAN.”

anyway your honor she is a menace and i love her

Zoey didn’t have many chances to skateboard when she first moved to Korea with her mother. She didn’t know the area well, and was nervous about trying anything on the street. Skateboarding had been rising in popularity in Korea but she didn’t know enough about the neighbourhoods to be certain if she could safely skate or have the cops called on her for being a nuisance. There were a couple skateparks but they were far from their home and often busy whenever she did try to visit.

She missed being able to go out and skate in Burbank. She knew all the best spots, where she could go without getting into trouble, which parks weren’t busy on certain days… She missed that familiarity, that comfort. She could lose herself to moving around a course, doing whatever tricks she wanted. If she messed up, she messed up. If she pissed off some grumpy old lady for skating on the sidewalk, she knew exactly how to get out of the situation.

She didn’t feel comfortable trying to skate in Korea, and she didn’t realize how much it hurt her heart until she met Rumi and Mira. Not until she learned she had a magical destiny, went to train in a special compound on sacred land with the other two girls bound together in this magical destiny with her. She didn’t realize how much she had been missing skateboarding until Rumi was showing her around the compound and through a grove of trees appeared a sight Zoey never in a million years would have expected to see on the grounds Hunters had been training on for generations: a skatepark.

Most of the ramps were made of wood, but they were all placed on a nice smooth patch of concrete that was far newer than anything else on the property. But there was one section consisting of a bowl, a couple stepped ledges, a quarter pipe, and a metal rail that was a proper, concrete structure. "Whoa," she gasped before she could stop herself, her jaw dropping open in amazement.

"You like it?" Rumi asked, "It's still a work in progress. I'm aiming to swap the half pipe out with concrete by the end of the year, and add in stairs with a rail as well."

Zoey stared at her - at the Princess of Pop herself, at the girl who did everything Celine asked without question, who carried herself with calm grace and elegance and was just…perfect - and demanded, unable to hide her astonishment, "You skate?"

Rumi merely laughed. "Don't look like I do, huh?" she asked as Zoey wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Rumi shrugged. "I got into it a few years ago. But this place wasn't exactly made for skateboarding, and the trip into town just to find some concrete to practice on was a bit much, so Celine and I built this. It started as the pad and a couple wooden ramps, but as I got the hang of it, this place expanded."

Zoey blinked. "Wait... You built this? Like, you drafted up plans and gave them to a contractor, or..."

"Nope. We built it ourselves," Rumi replied, like it was no big deal at all, "Celine's always been hesitant about letting outsiders onto the property and she also insists that knowing how to do things outside of singing and demon hunting is important so... Yeah. We poured the concrete ourselves, built the ramps... It was actually kinda...fun? We haven't done anything like that since we built my treehouse so-"

Zoey grabbed her by the shoulders. "Celine is handy?" she demanded, off to the side, she added, "My headcanons are true!"

"What?"

"What?"

Rumi brushed it off. "Do you have your board?"

Zoey's heart falls. "No...I left it at home. Didn't think I needed it."

"That's ok. I've got a couple spares you can borrow."

Zoey spent the rest of the summer, any free time they got, skating at that skatepark. Rumi was actually way better than she was expecting (but it's also Rumi so...why was she so surprised?). Mira even attempted it but was no where near as graceful on a board as she was on her feet, but she still had fun egging them on. ("Do a flip!" ... "Now do two flips!")

They all worked on the concrete half pipe together, as a bit of teambuilding/skill learning. (Though it took Zoey a moment to get her bearings when Celine arrived in a black tank top and dusty work pants, beautifully toned biceps exposed for the world to see.)

One thing I really appreciate about Into the Spider-Verse that I don’t see people talk about very often is how competent they portray Peter B as.

Like, in any other movie, you’d have a similar character whose live has become a mess, and they’re sad and kinda pathetic to look at, and when the time comes for them to step up, they just sorta…flop. They’re held back by everything, and they just become incompetent.

But Peter B is different. Yeah, he’s a sad, lonely, middle-aged man who cries in the shower while wearing a spandex suit…

But despite all that…he’s still shown to be extremely good at being Spider-Man.

He escapes from being tied up while still holding a casual conversation

He takes down Miles in less than 10 seconds.

He strolls along the side of a building like it’s nothing.

And when you think about it, over the course of the movie, he kicks a LOT of ass. He’s a badass super hero, despite his flaws.

You ever notice how, when he puts on the mask, his gut sorta disappears? That’s too big of a detail to be an oversight. That’s intentional. I mean, in-universe, it doesn’t make too much sense, but to us, it’s meant to show that it’s not holding him back from being a hero.

He’s not held down by everything. Yeah, he’s a jaded, depressed, mid-life crisis Spider-Man. But he’s still Spider-Man.

They easily could’ve made Peter B sort of pathetic and had him be more of a hinderance than a help during battles. But they didn’t. And I feel like that was a really good way to pay respect to the character while still showing that he’s a heavily flawed individual.

KPOP DEMON HUNTERS + TRIVIA From interviews with the directors { | | }

"Derpy fixes fallen objects"

You mean like Rumi, literally falling apart at the seams both physically with her voice but also mentally with the strain of having to hide such a big part of herself from the people closest to her?

Y'all just angsted Derpy!!!! 😭😭😭

battle couples has gotta be one of my favorite tropes though. The “you got me?” “Yeah, I got you.” The kiss for good luck. Fighting alongside each other for so long they know every strength and weakness. The dichotomy of being fucking terrifying to their enemies, but so soft with each other. When one is in danger and the other goes feral, protects them at any cost. When everything is over and done, it’s all “let me see where you’re hurt,” and washing off the dirt and blood.

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Why My Fantasy Novel Will Not Contain Smut

1. I don’t want it to.

That’s it, that’s the reason. I don’t want to write it and it doesn’t fit the storyline of my book.

I feel like some people need to relearn Genre Expectations... "Man, this tragedy sucks!!! Why didn't they just do XYZ, then everything could have ended happily!!" well, then it wouldn't be a tragedy, would it. "Man, this lighthearted teen romcom is terrible, it's so sappy and unrealistic!!" Well, yeah. If it had been gritty and dark, it wouldn't have been a lighthearted romcom, would it. Is the writing actually bad or are you just trying to order a milkshake from a Home Depot

"Why do these kids have to save the world?" because it's a cartoon marketed to grade schoolers

Zoom In, Don’t Glaze Over: How to Describe Appearance Without Losing the Plot

You’ve met her before. The girl with “flowing ebony hair,” “emerald eyes,” and “lips like rose petals.” Or him, with “chiseled jawlines,” “stormy gray eyes,” and “shoulders like a Greek statue.”

We don’t know them.

We’ve just met their tropes.

Describing physical appearance is one of the trickiest — and most overdone — parts of character writing. It’s tempting to reach for shorthand: hair color, eye color, maybe a quick body scan. But if we want a reader to see someone — to feel the charge in the air when they enter a room — we need to stop writing mannequins and start writing people.

So let’s get granular. Here’s how to write physical appearance in a way that’s textured, meaningful, and deeply character-driven.

1. Hair: It’s About Story, Texture, and Care

Hair says a lot — not just about genetics, but about choices. Does your character tame it? Let it run wild? Is it dyed, greying, braided, buzzed, or piled on top of her head in a hurry?

Good hair description considers:

  • Texture (fine, coiled, wiry, limp, soft)
  • Context (windblown, sweat-damp, scorched by bleach)
  • Emotion (does she twist it when nervous? Is he ashamed of losing it?)

Flat: “Her long brown hair framed her face.”
Better: “Her ponytail was too tight, the kind that whispered of control issues and caffeine-fueled 4 a.m. library shifts.”

You don’t need to romanticise it. You need to make it feel real.

2. Eyes: Less Color, More Connection

We get it: her eyes are violet. Cool. But that doesn’t tell us much.

Instead of focusing solely on eye color, think about:

  • What the eyes do (do they dart, linger, harden?)
  • What others feel under them (seen, judged, safe?)
  • The surrounding features (dark circles, crow’s feet, smudged mascara)

Flat: “His piercing blue eyes locked on hers.”
Better: “His gaze was the kind that looked through you — like it had already weighed your worth and moved on.”

You’re not describing a passport photo. You’re describing what it feels like to be seen by them.

3. Facial Features: Use Contrast and Texture

Faces are not symmetrical ovals with random features. They’re full of tension, softness, age, emotion, and life.

Things to look for:

  • Asymmetry and character (a crooked nose, a scar)
  • Expression patterns (smiling without the eyes, habitual frowns)
  • Evidence of lifestyle (laugh lines, sun spots, stress acne)

Flat: “She had a delicate face.”
Better: “There was something unfinished about her face — as if her cheekbones hadn’t quite agreed on where to settle, and her mouth always seemed on the verge of disagreement.”

Let the face be a map of experience.

4. Bodies: Movement > Measurement

Forget dress sizes and six packs. Think about how bodies occupy space. How do they move? What are they hiding or showing? How do they wear their clothes — or how do the clothes wear them?

Ask:

  • What do others notice first? (a presence, a posture, a sound?)
  • How does their body express emotion? (do they go rigid, fold inwards, puff up?)

Flat: “He was tall and muscular.”
Better: “He had the kind of height that made ceilings nervous — but he moved like he was trying not to take up too much space.”

Describing someone’s body isn’t about cataloguing. It’s about showing how they exist in the world.

5. Let Emotion Tint the Lens

Who’s doing the describing? A lover? An enemy? A tired narrator? The emotional lens will shape what’s noticed and how it’s described.

  • In love: The chipped tooth becomes charming.
  • In rivalry: The smirk becomes smug.
  • In mourning: The face becomes blurred with memory.

Same person. Different lens. Different description.

6. Specificity is Your Superpower

Generic description = generic character. One well-chosen detail creates intimacy. Let us feel the scratch of their scarf, the clink of her earrings, the smudge of ink on their fingertips.

Examples:

“He had a habit of adjusting his collar when he lied — always clockwise, always twice.”
“Her nail polish was always chipped, but never accidentally.”

Make the reader feel like they’re the only one close enough to notice.

Describing appearance isn’t just about what your character looks like. It’s about what their appearance says — about how they move through the world, how others see them, and how they see themselves.

Zoom in on the details that matter. Skip the clichés. Let each description carry weight, story, and emotion. Because you’re not building paper dolls. You’re building people.

terrible news: the only way to find out if something you create is gonna be good or bad is to actually create it

[ID: A 3-panel comic.

Panel 1: A woman in a blue dress sits on a stool in front of a blank canvas on an easel, speaking to a black cat. The cat asks, "What troubles thee, my liege?"

Panel 2: The woman says,

"Ah noble eunuch, I wish to make this painting

But I fear that when I finish it, it will look most awful!"

Panel 3: The cat replies,

"Ah but if thou dost not make it, then it will not look like anything at all!

So thou must endeavour to make it anyway."

/End ID]

Sometimes I forget that my story is MINE and I have the power to change it whenever I get bored

I got stuck in my second chapter the other day and I was like

Let's speed things up and have the main characters lose their faith in humanity like rn and have them run away and meet God

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