Andagii Writes

Andagii's writing blog. Follows as andagii-projects. INTP-A, Aries, Afro-Okinawan.

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Writeblr Intro!

I'm honestly a lurker (trying to cut back on social media and games in general to write more) but I do use this void to talk about writing, my WIPs, and a little bit of my life, so I figure I should pin a good intro post!

About Me

★ Name: Andagii

★ Afro-Okinawan - African-American and Okinawan. I speak Japanese and English fluently and know some Uchinaguchi too! :)

★ INTP-A | Aries | She/Her | Early 30s

About My Writing

See my works here.

★ Genres - Fiction and fantasy and magical realism, oh my. Some romance too; it's pretty fun to experiment with.

★ Motifs - Space and stars and light and color. I was a Lisa Frank kid. Oh, and the sea! And the sky! Quiet places and tall grassy fields. Solitude and discovery and the night and rain. Family and connections, love and visceral emotions, journeys and adventures.

★ Characters - Reserved and introverted, but proactive. Secretive even with me dangit but learn to open up. They examine their worlds and fight for their places in them. Distant, objective, but passionate.

★ Personal Essays - I'm on Vocal! I can't claim to be an expert on anything except my own experiences and stories, so I write them sometimes.

Current WIPs

SANMIN FLIGHT | SPECULATIVE FICTION | TAG

Twelve-year-old Tohru Higa is a girl on a mission: to save her older brother Sei from his illness. To do so, she builds a plane and plans to fly it into the annual typhoon to find the fabled Ryujin, the sea dragon whose palace lies on the seabed. But her flight is everything but straight, the stormy skies both unforgiving and revealing in their turbulence.

OF SPIRITS' KINDLING | PARANORMAL MYSTERY | TAG

Disillusioned photographer Kirinosaki Yaeha stands mired in her mind’s darkest places. Desperate for a way out, she heads to her grandmother’s hometown of Kagas Inlet, a small bay town home to forgotten relics and folklore. The quiet, foggy burg threatens to demoralize Yaeha further, until her camera captures a glimpse of the world beyond…

THESE RITES OF SEVERANCE | FANTASY (RPG MAKER) | BLOG

Uru is the “Land of Ends,” a moniker stemming from a bygone history involving twin gods and their dragons. Nowadays, fallen spirits called the Drifted wander, heralded by plagues of black butterflies. Jhana Rizan lives strong despite the trying times, defending the home her mother protected and father abandoned. But after seven years of no correspondence, her father finally sends word: “Remember what happened to your mother. Go to Deeptide Shrine.” The trail of notes begins.

"THE INDOLENT MARCHIONESS" | FANTASY | TAG

Caias Hayden: Duke of Lehron, Lord of the East. Per the expectations of his title, he will happily sacrifice sleep, meals, and sanity for the sake of his domain and the whole of the Amarylls Kingdom. It's the very least he owes as such a (self-proclaimed) mediocre, inept noble. With the beasts of the eastern wastes bristling for invasion, Caias's stacks of ledgers and proposals, invoices and missives, rubrics and reports only pile higher. Neither his "eyes of truth" or underdeveloped sorcery can save him from the crushing burden of his responsibilities. Adding to his constant migraines is the newly instated Marchioness of Bhelthe, Khloe Quayle. Abrasive apathy colors Khloe's every action, leaving Caias uneasily counting the days until Bhelthe's robust fields, trade, and defenses crumble to ruin. Caias will not allow Bhelthe's fall. But in unearthing the secrets Khloe hides under further secrets, Caias may just find his eye for truth...

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Confession to the Void: I've been madly fixated on Fate/Grand Order and /Samurai Remnant see (correction: madly fixated on Iori), so I spent almost the entirety of last week hammering out about 16k words of extreme self-indulgence and loved every moment of it.

Maybe there will come a day that I edit it nicely and post it on AO3, but that day is not in the current near-future, so I'll keep privately enjoying it by myself

but goddammm my sis is showing me all the Iori love on Twitter so I really want to share mine too but it is, like i said, extremely self-indulgent.

But anyway that fic and my book are coming along really well so yeah, the writing's been good.

[myiraco]

"In the room"

One of my goals for 2026 is that drawing illustrations a lot.

I will do my best!

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My original fiction blog's over at @nagisakwrites!

Please follow me there to keep up with my short stories, photo essays, and the book(s) I plan to publish!

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Hey all.

Who knows how long it'll take, since I'm working on blog stuff in between editing, but I'm planning to launch a writeblr specifically for my original work.

I think it'll help me feel a little better about talking my short stories and longfic, since I'd be posting as my author name.

If and when you see "Nagisa K." around--if you're still interested in what I've been cooking up--please give me a follow there to support me!

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Huhuhu my writing tablet's dying so I'm gonna have to go charge it in like 10 minutes but

Rewrite's going pretty well today. Revised the lead-up to and the actual first contact between Caias and Khloe that I excerpted before.

What a world of difference, by the way. Makes me realize I've finally nailed my characters' voices to the wall. :D

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Editing and rewriting actually viscerally feels a lot like kneading stiff clay

[transmechanicus]

I love the idea of dead gods. Not in the sense of “hey i killed something supernaturally strong” but in the sense of “i killed it and it’s still a god.” It is still worshipped. prayers are still answered. miracles are performed in its name, even as it lies pierced by a thousand swords and burning with chemical fire. even as it drifts through vacuum, decapitated and bleeding molten rock. in cosmic spite of being shot through each eye and hurled into a plasma reactor, it still radiates the power of the divine in a way that primitive death cannot smother. the nature of godchild is not so simple as to be tied to the mortality, or immortality, of any living being.

[bogleech]

In science that's called a whalefall :)

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Is It an Empty Victory?

Each step in writing this novel has been another step in understanding myself. See, I finished handwriting the first draft of my book on November 15th, 2025, right? But then? Dread came along and ate up the sense of accomplishment that broke me into tears after I threw down my pencil. And now I feel nothing. I mean, I still need to type this thing, right? That’s a rewrite. I still need to edit…

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I finished the first draft of my book

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In other news, I did not place in the contest I submitted to.

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Hey. Hey writers. Look up from your drafts for a moment and take a deep breath with me.

In...

Out...

Good.

If you're one of the many, many writers who have committed to producing 50k+ words over the course of this month, I need you to know that burnout, boredom, frustration, restlessness, depression, despair, and all the violent ups and downs associated with writing a draft are part of the process.

Because what you're doing in 30 days is what I've been doing for the past 8 months.

Granted, I'm a slow writer, since I do a lot of reviewing, restructuring, revising, and rewriting as I work through my draft. But that's because I've come to understand how my creative process works, and I'm not programmed to push past glaring mistakes or clunky flow or weak character development.

But if the purpose of this challenge is to "write a novel-length draft in 30 days," I can tell you for sure now that this challenge was too high of an expectation for me from the very beginning.

So if you find yourself falling apart in the middle of the month, please take a deep breath and remind yourself that writing takes, like, a nuclear plant's worth of brain power. Then to juggle that with living in the day-to-day chaos that is 2025? It is entirely normal to break down and absolutely a part of the writing process.

Writer. You're doing good. I'm proud of you.

So be kind to yourself, okay?

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Because we are now in the habit of celebrating small wins in this marathon called Writing a Novel.

Today I'm belatedly celebrating nailing down the full outline of my book. The first draft is around 80% done.

Story beats, my friends. Workshopping through my story beats with the Save the Cat! analysis really helped me out this run.

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After writing my contest submission, I've come to really like short stories.

So I'm trying to build a buffer of short 5-min stories to post weekly.

I want to make you all feel things and think about where you are in your emotions as you read my fiction.

The first one is about a girl with a box of letters she's never sent.

I hope you'll take a read once I get it posted!

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It's a wild feeling to be writing, thinking you've locked in on the mood and tone and your characters' thoughts

but then one of them gently takes hold of your pen and says "no no you ignoramus, this is how I actually feel in this moment"

Which then forces you to rethink the entire context of the scene and make you go

"Ohhhhhhhhh!"

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Character Asks, Randomized: #3

I'm making a series out of randomizing the character asks from this list to talk about the two main characters of "Indolent Marchioness"!

Previous: #2 - Food Motivation

Also let me know in DMs or asks or comments on these posts, if you'd like to be added to a taglist so you can see when these go up!

And the randomizer asks...

Is there an item your character doesn't like to leave without?

No matter the building or function he's heading to, Caias can't leave without the gun holster under his coat. Heirs of Lehron have long been known as premier sharpshooters of the kingdom, so not having at least one firearm on him makes Caias pretty antsy. Entering the palace for work requires him to disarm, so extended sessions of the Commons often reduces him to nervous jitters, though no one can tell from his poise.

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Khloe also has her essentials strapped to her, in something of a waist pouch. In it she holds a couple sticks of chalk just in case she has to draw an Aur formula somewhere. Graphite sticks/pencils for when she needs to take notes or brainstorm potential formulae. Her belt also has a soft leather notebook chained to it, for those notes and sketches she inevitably takes whenever she's out. And finally a folding utility knife, used mainly for sharpening her writing utensils.

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Character Asks, Randomized: #2

I'm making a series out of randomizing the character asks from this list to talk about the two main characters of "Indolent Marchioness"!

Previous: #1 - Fight or Flight

And the randomizer asks...

Is your character food motivated?

Caias? Not at all. Though he can appreciate a good meal, food's more of a hassle than motivation. His steward Lucithelle forces him to a full breakfast in the morning. His knight-commander Griffith won't let Caias join the Knights' physical training sessions until he's had something to eat (like berries in a cup of oatmeal, or a light lunch of roast chicken and wild rice). Dinner's Caias's only chance at escaping a meal.

Luxurious food is also more of a decoration than sustenance; Caias gets pretty uncomfortable with the amount of food on the banquet tables of the capital. Raphelte often teases Caias for his tendency to pick at canapes and other hors d'oeuvres, as well as little more than a beaker of wine, rather than help himself to a full plate and stein of ale.

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Specific foods can motivate Khloe, so she (or at least her steward Ainsley) keeps her preferences well-hidden to lessen the number of people that could potentially manipulate her through her favorite foods.

Not that it's so difficult to figure out though, especially if you happen to share a few sessions of teatime with her (good luck!). A decent connoisseur of tea can figure out her preferred blends of fruit and darjeeling, and a good observer would note the citrus flavors of the shortbread cookies and scones she often takes at her table. One may even notice her prevalent use of jams and preserves, and marvel at the abundance of the orchard on the Quayle estate.

Promise her something good from abroad and Khloe just might lend a listening ear.