therealbrigeedarocks asked: Hey Bowman! You have a chance to keep something from the Human world to keep for your own (and at proportionate size, if need be): what is it, and why do you like it?
“From the human world? Most of what I’ve seen, Jacob brings when he visits. Then he tells me about all kinds of things that sound like he’s just making them up. Ropes that carry energy from dwelling to dwelling? A thing called Tea-V that has nothing to do with tea? Libraries and archives on this ‘why-fi’ that aren’t even real places? It all seems too fantastical to be real!
“But I guess it’s all true. I think if I could have something from it …. I’d want a phone thing so I could talk to people far away. I’d worry less about what happens in the village when I’m out patrolling. ”
Anonymous asked: hey, bowman, does jacob ever complain about his homework/schoolwork?
“He doesn’t really complain. Jacob isn’t a complainer. I think a lot of it is blasted weird, though. It’s not enough he has to read all kinds of strange things. He has to write what he thinks about them, and that can be wrong somehow? I don’t get human ‘school’.”
“I’m supposed to figure out the subtext and stuff, dude. That’s hard to get right sometimes.”
“But it’s supposed to be what you think it means! How can you be wrong about that? It makes no sense!”
“I think you’d make class discussions pretty fun. Wanna come to school with me after break?”
Anonymous Asked: Has Jacob ever hurt anyone with his grabbing?
It’s happened in one AU, which I’ll link below. Jacob, when he encounters a tiny person, tends to grab first and ask lots of questions before catching up to what he’s doing. it’s a pretty understandable response, but all the same he ends up feeling bad about it. It’s not very nice to do that to someone, after all! He puts in a lot of effort to do better from then forward.
That said, in a story written with nightmares06, Brothers Found, he did grab a little too hard and caused some serious bruising. That AU ended up being one of the more angsty AUs of Brothers Apart multiverse, so if you haven’t looked into it, beware the feels!
If you ask an author, ‘Where do you get your ideas,’ the author will probably mock you. And then they’ll say, ‘Oh, from a little “idea of the month” club or from a little ideas shop behind Charing Cross.’ Or they’ll just be horrible to you. This is because authors are scared. And we don’t know.
enby-phoenix asked: Have Bowman and Jacob introduced each other to very many foods? What are the weirdest things they’ve convinced each other to eat? (besides pine sap, we know that one.) What is each’s favorite food from the other’s culture?
Sure! They’ve traded all kinds of things. Jacob tries to bring a different (vegetarian) food to the forest every time he visits to see what Bowman and the other sprites think of it. Usually fruits or vegetables that they can’t find in Wellwood, but occasionally he brings candy or pastries.
I think Bowman would be most intrigued by cereal, out of all these things, especially the more colorful stuff. Can you imagine him with a fruit loop?
Jacob has tried whatever sprite foods they’ve offered him, and has had better luck since his pine sap mishap. They have some of their own baked delicacies, including sticky buns wrapped in mint leaves, fruit tarts, and a little thing that’s like a cannoli but with little roots and honey instead of cheese filling.
Jacob likes the mintcakes. They’re very striking and the easiest for him to actually get all the flavors.
lycaclientt asked: Is Jacob closeted at home? I’m curious about this bc in my own experience, being accepted as LGBT is one thing but if you’re on the aro/ace spectrums people can be plain weird about it. Does he ever talk about it with Bowman?
It’s an interesting situation for Jacob, to be sure!
His mom is … somewhat aware that things are a bit different with Jacob. The boy went on one date in his life and ended it as friends with the girl. They still chat sometimes, but it’s obvious he’s not interested in her in that way. He also doesn’t seem to be hiding any interest in guys, and he’s a terrible liar. Mariana can sort of tell, even if he hasn’t come out and told her. She’s ready whenever he figures out what label he’d like to use.
His extended family is a bit trickier, and the reason Jacob tends to just not talk about it. Many of them expect him to marry a nice Greek girl and continue the family line. It’s tradition and all.
Bowman is a decent sounding board for stuff like this. As much as he likes to gripe about human things, he lets Jacob vent about all kinds of things if he needs to. He’s also not super likely to judge; after all, most sprites are a bit demisexual anyway.
I won! I have managed to stumble past the finish line for NaNoWriMo, despite my ups and downs throughout the month! I’m so pleased I was able to finish a project like this despite how bumpy the writing road has been this year. Thanks for following along with me!
Today I worked on a thing I started towards the end of the month, with no idea where it’s going but to establish a new character I’ve been working on.
Word Count: 2229
Final Word Count: 50078
Vantage, with the markings of blue upon his face and body, had been born to a prescribed duty. His mother hadn’t known it would show so obviously on his skin. She’d thought she could hide him away from those who would come for him, but even her clever spells had limits.
He’d lived his life on the run, always keeping a step ahead of those who would bring him back to their side. The desperation only grew the more the borders shifted and the various people of the timewilds fought for their own section of the land.
So many people thought that the Eighth King would solve their problems. The eighth king heartily disagreed.
Today I was far more distracted while attempting to write, but I’m so dang close to the goal that it feels forgiveable. I’m really proud of making it this far, considering writing at all has been a strugglebus this year.
Word Count: 1115
He turned his face to the sky, where clouds mottled the starry canopy. The half-moons all seemed dull, even when the wisps of cloud moved away from their faces. He sat for some time upon the broken plaza and piles of charred wood and broken weapons in a silent lament. Trace was once again the Empty God.
Another productive day! I’m pretty pleased about that. The week 4 slump was pretty bad up until last night, and I’m hoping I can have another good writing day tomorrow.
Word Count: 1710
“Who’s that, brother? Friend of yours?”
The voice was tired, broken, weak. Trace turned to his twin. Biim barely clung to consciousness, his eyes narrowed against the blood that ran down his face, and yet here he was finding strength to speak. He searched Trace’s look with something like disbelief, maybe distrust.
Trace didn’t lie to him. He didn’t say anything at all. That seemed to get his message across better than words ever would. Biim accepted it with a faint nod.
I missed a couple days due to slow writing ending at Too Late O’Clock and also not liking much of what I wrote. But I’m back today! It’s more Fiorebell today.
Also, Happy Thanksgiving for those of you who celebrate it!
Word Count: 1863
Trace was not quick to anger. In truth, Trace was not quick to feel anything at all.
Rage burned hot and uncomfortable, but he would put it to use. Trace pushed the sword back violently with a stray thought, breaking the wrist of the man that held it. He cried out and dropped the weapon, which splattered blood that stained the cobblestones gray. Trace’s wound healed within a few seconds.