nightmares06:

I’m still open for word prompts if anyone else feels like sending one in! See the post here.

Choose a number and an OC of mine and send it in! OCs listed in the tags below.

Already done:

5. Wish – Nixie

13. Snow – Kara

21. Music – Krissy

23. Mallory – Flowers

36. New – Walt

45. Dreaming – Bree

55. Rainbow – Alyssa

58. Awaken – Arthur

68. Witchcraft – (Celeste chosen)

95. Pretend – Kara

@nightmares06 ran out of prompts XD

If anyone has prompts for Oscar or Jacob, remember to send them over to the right inbox! They are @neonthewrite‘s bbys.

All the prompts are scheduled to post to the blog without overwhelming it in a swarm, lol.

nightmares06:

I’m still open for word prompts if anyone else feels like sending one in! See the post here.

Choose a number and an OC of mine and send it in! OCs listed in the tags below.

Already done:

36. New – Walt

45. Dreaming – Bree

55. Rainbow – Alyssa

95. Pretend – Kara

Both admins are taking one-word prompts! OCs listed in the tags below ❤

X3 Tiny Jacob is just too cute for his own good. And the Wellwood would be in for quite a surprise if the canon brothers ever found it. They are not as smol-friendly!

It’s not these ideas… but we’ve mused on both multiple times, so in the future you may see them come up.

March 27th excerpt: 

“I’m not a flowerkin! Flowerkin are thin, dainty wood sprites,” Bowman protested. He saw Jacob glance over at Sam, and then fleetingly at himself. Both humans had far bulkier frames than Bowman did, even proportionally. It just wasn’t fair, and it certainly wasn’t helping Bowman’s argument.

He pointed up at Jacob’s smirking face. “Don’t think I won’t bop you,” he warned.

Sam had to work to hide his own smirk. “Don’t worry,” he cooed to the sprite, “we won’t judge your girlish figure.”

March 18th excerpt:

A light tap tap tap of little shoes preceded a young girl all but bursting out of the hall and into the main room of the bigger house, a smile lighting up her dark skinned face. Golden eyes peered up at Sam and she bounded towards him. Her dainty wings were folded behind her back, and her two braids and the colorful scarf tied at her waist swished with every jolly step.

“Good morning, Sam!” Rischa greeted. “Daddy already left, mama’s making mintbread, and Bowman just grumbled at me when I checked on him.”

March 14th excerpt: 

“It’s a rectangle,” Sam told the little sprite. “Most of the stuff we have has corners.” 

Bowman’s wings fluttered and he took the sheet of paper, turning it this way and that to look at it from every angle. The gleaming white paper stood out almost as much as the red swatch of cloth. Bowman ran his fingers over the corners a lot, fascinated by the feeling and by the appearance. It was weird. He ended up bending one of the corners over and gasped, hastily trying to fix it.

“I broke the tangle,” he said quietly, clearly repentant and frustrated that he couldn’t fix it. Then, after a pause, he made similar folds in the other corners and stood the paper up like a little tiny table. He picked up the handkerchief and draped it carefully over, then giggled. “It’s like a bed with corners. Do your corner-houses have those too? ”

No, he is not going to do his song and dance and leave. What I said was after the contest I held last year (x) I asked PL1 to collaborate, and she agreed. This story is not for a contest. It is the tenth part of Brothers Apart, and canon in my series timeline.

There will be a contest soon, but LoS has nothing to do with it aside from being another of my stories.

As for what’s going to happen to Bowman, you’ll just have to read and find out.


A note from PL1: Bowman’s not much of a song and dance type.

In all seriousness, though. The contest last year was a grand time and I was incredibly flattered that it actually got nightmares to ask me to write with her. We’ve worked very hard on LoS, and hope you will continue to enjoy Brothers Apart. Thanks to everyone who gave Bowman such a warm welcome to the AU!