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#asks #enchanted asks #blorbo blursday #those lovely cuspids #sandro huerta #an excellent question!!

Happy Blorbo Blursday, Grey! For Sandro: how many languages does he know? And what does he wish to learn? Sending good 🌌🌌 vibes 🌌🌌 and good luck your way! - ✨️ (@enchanted-lightning-aes)

Happy Blorbo Blursday to you too, Enchanted! Sending the good vibes and good luck right back to you!

Sandro knows a couple of languages! He's fluent in English and Spanish. Back home with his moms and his siblings, they mainly use Spanish or a mix of Spanglish. Having a nonverbal younger sister, he also knows ASL. Knows a sprinkle of French because he took a class on it in high school but definitely isn't fluent in it. I think that as an English major with a minor in history, he would want to learn something like Latin. Would he use it in conversation? No, but it sure would be neat!

#asks #enchanted asks #love a good hug!!

Squeeeeeeeeeze!!! You've been given a hug! Send this to all the people who you think deserve a hug. Let the hugging begin! ♥ - ✨ Enchant

A HUG! Thank you, I appreciate it muchly!! If I wasn't on my laptop I'd add some sparkly excited emojis here! So just imagine them here!

#asks #enchanted asks #sts asks #those lovely cuspids #good question as always!

Happy STS, Grey! For Those Lovely Cuspids: how's Icarus workplace like? And what is his songwriting process with the band? -Sending good 🌌 vibes 🌌 and good luck to ya! 🍀🍀🍀 - ✨️ (@enchanted-lightning-aes)

Happy very late STS to you too, Enchanted! Thank you muchly for the good vibes and the good luck! I hope September has been treating you well so far with all the good vibes and good luck!

Good question! Icarus' workplace varies! He doesn't really have an office; his band just tends to meet up at Dakota's house because it's the largest. That's where they rehearse or just hang out. If they're working on a song, however, then all the tools they need are with their record label. It's a huge building with a bunch of offices and recording rooms. Very organized and very modern! When Icarus is writing a song though, he tends to like doing it by himself. His best work comes when he's in his room, tossing verses and writing his ideas in his notebook. He'll think of the lyrics and a general beat or vibe before going to Miri or Dakota who fill in the blanks. Only when the song is about 50% complete will he hand it off to Sandro and Elio to work out the guitar and bass parts! I hope this answered your question!

#asks #enchanted asks #blorbo blursday #those lovely cuspids #waiting for an end

Happy Blorbo Blursday, Grey! For any story main characters: finish the sentence 'showed up for the ____, stayed for the ___. Sending good 🌌 vibes 🌌 and good luck to ya! 🍀🍀🍀 - ✨️ Enchant

Happy late Blorbo Blursday to you too, Enchanted!! As always thank you so much for the ask and the good vibes! Sending them right back to you! I'll answer this for my boy Icarus and also for Cruz!

Icarus: Showed up for the fame, stayed for the friends he made.

Cruz: Showed up for the job, stayed for the flowers.

#asks #enchanted asks #those lovely cuspids #sts asks #thank you so much for the ask!

Happy STS, Grey! For any story: If you were to write another book focusing on a supporting character from the story, which character would that be? Why? Sending good ☆☆ vibes ☆☆ and good luck to ya! - ✨️ (@enchanted-lightning-aes)

I finally have the time to answer these, yay!! *cracks knuckles* Alright, time to answer your awesome questions! So sorry they're late, but I really appreciate these asks, Enchanted! Thank you for the good vibes and the good luck! Sending them right back to you!

Hm! You know, the concept for Those Lovely Cuspids began from the POV of Icarus' bandmates at first before I changed it! Now, with how the story has developed and I tried that again TLC would be a completely different story. If I had to focus on one supporting character though it would be Sandro. Sandro's POV would retrace the past, adding context to the story as well as focusing on how exactly the bonds between the bandmates formed. From Icarus' POV, the bonds and dynamics are already established, but Sandro would give context on How that happened. How they met and what brought them together. Like a prequel almost while still focusing on the present events of TLC!

#blorbo blursday #enchanted asks #asks #good question as always!!#my ocs #cruz

Happy Blorbo Blursday, Grey! For any oc you wish to develop more: How easily does your character trust their feelings with others? Sending all the good ☆☆ vibes ☆☆ and good luck to ya! 🍀🍀🍀 - 💫 Enc

Happy Blorbo Blursday to you too, Enchanted! Thanks for the ask and the good vibes!! ✨ I hope you also get all them good vibes and good luck!

I will answer this question for my boy, Cruz! It's a bit of a toss up for Cruz, honestly. It's not that he Doesn't want to trust his feelings with others, it's that he just doesn't have people that he can entrust them with. He's quiet, and his silence is often mistaken for disinterest when really he prefers to listen. With his complicated relationship with his family he certainly doesn't trust his feelings with them, he already knows the response he'll get from them. Cruz has one friend though! And he easily trusts his feelings with his best friend, Izan! So really it depends on the person!

#THAT GOT REALLY LONG MY BAD #I GOT A LITTLE CARRIED AWAY THERE #but a very good question as always!!#sts ask #asks #enchanted asks #waiting for an end #my wips

Happy STS (or answer whenever if ya want), Grey! For any WIP, if it was a house, how would you describe it. And what rooms would it have? Sending good ☆☆ vibes ☆☆ and good luck to you. - ✨️ (@enchanted-lightning-aes)

Thank you so much for the STS ask! Still sorry this one also took me forever to get to but as you know I appreciate it muchly! Thank you for the good vibes and the good luck, and I also hope you get the Best vibes for August!!

I am going to use this ask to talk about a short story I've been working on lately! I have this character named Cruz who's been with me since middle school. Except, I just never know what to do with him. I always thought he was meant to be a monster hunter or something along that pipeline, turns out he just needed a contemporary short story, a complicated relationship with religion and his family and Boom, a story was born! It's called Waiting for an End!

If I had to describe it as a house, it would be a single floor house. Opening the door and coming inside, you'd instantly be greeted by silence. There are multiple rooms: a big master bedroom that's neat and tidy, but you notice the cracks on the ceiling. There's a cross above the bed, it's been polished recently. Examining the nightstand, you see a well-loved bible that's falling apart with how many bookmarks and highlighted texts it has. Beside it is another room, but when you try the doorknob, it doesn't budge. Walking down the hallway, you'll see picture frames lining the walls and marks left behind of frames that were once there but aren't anymore. Coming to the end of the hall, if you look to your left, you'll see a kitchen and to your right you'll see another bedroom and a bathroom next to it. The bedroom is simple, sparsely furnished, and you get the impression that the owner is afraid of taking up space. It doesn't look like much, but if you poke around, you'll find peeling wallpaper beside the bed as if it's being picked away by anxious fingers. Behind the bookshelf, there's a hole in the wall the size of a fist. Cracks on the walls have been painted over. The single window in this room has bars outside of it, and the glass has a long crack going down the length of it.

A peaceful house all in all, that doesn't look like much, but the struggles hidden inside of it are easy to spot if you keep looking. The more time you spend here, the more the silence becomes suffocating.

#sts ask #asks #enchanted asks #I APPRECIATE THE QUESTION AS ALWAYS #SORRY IT TOOK ME FOREVER

Happy belated STS bsck to ya, Grey! What’s one trope you wouldn’t write, except for money? Sending all the good ~~ vibes ~~ and good luck to ya! 🍀🍀🍀 - 💫 (@enchanted-lightning-aes)

I FINALLY HAVE THE TIME TO GET TO THIS ASK! WOO! As always your presence in my asks is very much welcome and I appreciate you greatly, Enchanted! I appreciate the good vibes and good luck and am sending them right back to you! Since I have no emojis on my laptop just imagine me throwing some glitter here!

Hmmm, I had to think hard about this one since I've written a bit of everything and there are plenty of tropes that I refuse to poke with a stick even for money. One trope I wouldn't really write unless I got paid is The Chosen One trope. I have no qualms with this trope, it's just not my cup of tea. I much prefer the "oh crap the actual chosen one isn't stepping up so I guess I have to" or the "I am the chosen one, but my purpose isn't to save the world." They appeal to me much more, but I guess I'd write the classic Chosen One for some cash!

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#THE COMFORT YOUR WRITING BRINGS ME #I can't describe it but it just feels so cozy!!#HE DESERVES A GARDEN #a nice little garden so he can spend some more time around flowers!#wanting to paint and then the creativity not cooperating is absolutely relatable #happens to me all the time!#this moment with krispin taking in his surroundings and his thoughts is so peaceful!#he seems like the kind of person you can sit in comfortable silence with!#others writing

Refined Craft

A/N: just a tale of tdrc featuring krispin, who’s musing on the way his painting skill blossomed.^^

Word Count: 557

TW: None

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Through a window, a breeze slips into a room where a delicate fragrance fills it. It deepens the warmth with it’s presence. It sways some floral curtains, rushing in a path.

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White Rabbit: Chapter Eight

cw: hallucinations, psychosis due to mental illness, bipolar disorder, mental illness, panic attack, insects, psychiatric hospital, psychiatric medication

Even now, my shoulders twitch every now and then. I’m in the day room, leaning against the cold window, as some kind of athletic game show plays on TV. Carrie sits at the table behind me, scribbling something while Millie reads a magazine. May is still slow and her eyes are still drooping. She must be on something really heavy. Laura sits silently, as always, just watching TV. Some of the other patients are, too, some play cards, some read. Most are in their rooms, like Helena usually is. “Diana!” I jump at Carrie’s shrill voice and turn toward her as she plops down in the seat next to me. “Wha…?” I can’t quite get the whole word out. I’ve mostly adjusted to the Lithium, but sometimes time doesn’t act right and things around me move a little too fast, or maybe I’m moving too slow. “I colored you a picture!” she grins. She looks around and drops her voice. “To thank you for coming with me earlier. Even though you didn’t say anything, I noticed.” She holds up a sheet of paper with a meticulously colored robin on it. The crayon strokes all go in the same direction, everything is in the lines. The wings and stomach are even shaded. “You made that for me?” I ask softly. I take the paper in my shaking hands, looking at all the perfect, bright colors. “Well, it was Helena’s idea,” she says. I look up, eyes wide. “Really?” “Well, sort of. When I gave her the bracelet, she said I should make something for you, too. Millie said a drawing but I can’t draw, so I colored this for you instead.”

read chapter eight here on Ao3

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let me know if you want to be added or removed to the White Rabbit list, OR if you want to stay on the general list but not be tagged in this one. I understand there is some pretty potentially triggering content. or let me know if you want to be removed from both!

my lists got a little mixed up, so if you wanted to only be tagged in tag games and I’ve accidentally put you here, too, please don’t hesitate to ask me to fix it :)

#I WOULD DIE FOR CARRIE #SHES SO SWEET #not being able to draw but can still color really well is relatable!#a little robin for Diana!!#others writing

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White Rabbit: Chapter Seven

cw: psych medication, negative side effects, sexual assault/rape mention, victim blaming, food, internalized homophobia

I skip the showers again, but I change my clothes in the room’s tiny bathroom. I wash my face and run my damp fingers through my hair. I need a brush. I’ll have to check the bag, but I don’t think Nina brought one. Maybe they’ll have a cheap disposable comb. Better than nothing. The mirror is warped and water-stained, but the green eyes that look back at me aren’t so dark anymore. The rings are a little fainter, the cheeks a little fuller, the skin not so pale. My lips are still chapped and bitten, but you can’t have everything. The clothes don’t fit me. They’re a little too loose and a little too long, and I look like a ratty little girl trying to dress up in her classy big sister’s favorite outfit. But it’s clean, and it smells like Nina’s laundry detergent. I press the wrist of the sleeve of the cardigan into my nose. Water lilies and clean springs. I don’t leave the room until they call for breakfast, and I try to get there first so I can sit alone. But Carrie corners me and sits across my table. I look up from my cold pancakes, but don’t speak. “Those clothes are really pretty,” she says. “They’re my… my friend brought them to me,” I say. I’m still feeling out whether it’s safe to talk about Nina as who she actually is. So far, I don’t think there would be a problem. Carrie doesn’t even seem to have a judgment meter, but after my parents kicked me out, I’m still wary about telling people. “They look expensive.” I look down at the too-loose sleeve of the lavender cardigan and its big knit holes. “No, she just spends a lot of time trawling through thrift stores.”

read chapter seven on ao3 here

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my lists got a little mixed up, so if you wanted to only be tagged in tag games and I've accidentally put you here, too, please don't hesitate to ask me to fix it :)

#i still want to be kept on the general taglist pls!#also i am loving these descriptions!#the clothes the scents and the feel of everything is amazing!#it seems like nina has some Taste!#comfy cardigan!#others writing

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White Rabbit: Chapter Six

cw: eating disorder mention, psychiatric hospital, psychiatric medication, homophobia, car crash, flashback due to ptsd, overdose mention, drug mention

I don’t know how many days pass. I lose track of how many breakfasts I eat and how many times I go to bed and how many times the sun rises. But eventually I’ve been there for long enough for them to take David off my case and put me in a normal four-person room. I still don’t have anything but the same one pair of clothes I’ve been wearing. I haven’t built up the courage to take a shower yet, so my hair is greasy and my skin is sticky. I hope whoever my roommates are, they understand. David leads me to a room down the hall and knocks on the cracked door before pushing it open and announcing himself. Carrie lies on the bed with her butt on her pillow and her legs on the wall, her arm outstretched at the ceiling as she mutters numbers to herself. I am never going to sleep again. I bite my lip to keep from cursing. The bed beside Carrie is empty and made. I look across from her at the other two. Helena sits in one, her hands folded on her lap as she stares out the back window. The other one is empty, too, but messy. Someone sleeps there. Who? “Carrie? Helena?” David says. Carrie turns. Helena flinches and glances over her shoulder. “Diana!” Carrie squeals. She shoots up, nearly knocking herself off the bed. “You know Diana, good,” David says. “She’s going to be your new roommate.” He gently pats my shoulder and says, “I won’t be with you twenty-four seven anymore, but I’ll be around if you need me, okay?” I nod. “I’ll leave so you can settle in,” he says, and he does. I look up at the ceiling where Carrie was pointing. There’s nothing special there. The lights are off because it’s still bright outside. I glance over at Helena. She’s looking back out the window again.

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#Oh!! new roommates!!!#i wonder who else is there!#i cannot describe how much I am rooting for diana #shes become very near and dear to my heart!#others writing

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#this feels so comfortable and cozy!#like soaking up the sun with a gentle breeze passing through!#friends at a beach house sipping some lemonade is amazing!#such a welcoming atmosphere i absolutely love it!!#this also just feels so relaxing like a mini vacation away from the hustle and bustle of life #others writing

Near the Shore

A/N: just a short of two buddies hanging out by the porch.^^

Word Count: 508

T.W: None

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Someone arranged a chair outside a porch of a backyard. Consisting of a sandy expanse near and some clumps of trees. Seagulls screeched upon soaring across the unclouded sky, flapping their wings.

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#the desperation! the helplessness! but then shifting to a light at the end of the tunnel!!#wonderful!!#the range is writing is just *chefs kiss* amazing!#others writing

Confined in Nowhere

A/N: a poem of an abstract concept i can’t put into this note, sksksk.^^

Word Count: 112

TW: None

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Stumbling over a cave It all crashed down Blocking the way out Hapless turn of events

With no extra preparations A lack of options Could make one lost And desperate for help

Where could it be Seeing there are no Ways for an escape Out of this place

Despite the heavy shadows Glimpses of light could Summon a hidden solution Trapped in the dark

Beneath a dim cave A light shines bright Revealing a long path For a lost traveler

Keys unlock a door And an quick escape From a terrible situation Along with small spaces

All it might take Is a complete belief On how there could Be an escape path

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#WE LOVE A CONCERNED ROOMMATE!#some rest and hydration is required!#i cant imagine doing math at an unholy hour #that sounds like a recipe for summoning a demon!#and also a path to a migraine!#others writing

Bustling Tasks

A/N: a short of a person who’s got a profession that’s demanding. and a roomie checking in on her. idk how to describe this other than this is a contemporary piece.^^

Word Count: 497

TW: None

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At an apartment, a dim screen lights up a room from a laptop occupying a counter. Someone’s furiously flipping through a set of papers within a folder.

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