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Cinn. I write stuff. 24. They/Them. UK

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Cinnario's Writerblr Intro::

Hi, I'm Cinn! 24, They/Them, UK based. I've been writing literally for as long as I can remember and decided it was finally time to share my shit on the internet.

Please don't be afraid to hop in my DMs or Asks because the whole point of me jumping back onto this hellsite was to make some writing pals because apparently that's an impossible feat irl.

Now for the good stuff~

WIPs::

Project.Claw

Project.Ink

In a world torn by ancient conflict between the humans and Fae, alliances shift when the humans join forces with the mages. Amidst this uneasy camaraderie, young Fae like Rowan Kelly vanish - memories erased, appearance glamoured, and placed under human 'protection.' Unaware of her true identity, Rowan is haunted by dreams of a mysterious church in the forest. As she embarks on a journey to uncover the truth, she stumbles upon the entryway to her forgotten Fae realm, awakening a dangerous curiosity that threatens to unravel the delicate balance between the two worlds.

Her presence triggers suspicion among the elves, leading to her capture by The Inquisitor, once her lover but now a stranger due to the cruel enchantment. As Rowan grapples with resurfacing memories, the elves see only an unstable human in their midst. The Inquisitor, merciless and accusatory, soon faces the revelation of the girl's true identity. Amidst the conflict, love and betrayal mingle in the perilous quest to break the enchantment that binds Rowan to a false reality.

Project.Seraph

In the war ravaged kingdom of Infernelle, where shadows dance with secrets, Taissa leads a group of travelling thieves who seek sanctuary within the city walls. Their ticket to safety? Capture a live angel as a pet for the ruthless monarch, Queen Reinette.

Rumours lead them on a futile chase and the elusive Seraph, Nevaeh, becomes their prize, shot out of the sky. Taissa, adept in manipulation, promises safety to the angel, concealing a darker agenda. As alliances teeter on the edge of betrayal, and lies weave a web around the unsuspecting angel, she becomes an unwitting pawn in a dangerous game.

In a world where destinies intertwine with treacherous threads, Taissa struggles with the weight of her deceit, haunted by the unspoken. As she grows unexpectedly fond of the celestial captive, guilt festers beneath her callous exterior. Whispers of the queen's malevolent plans for the angel spark a rebellion within the thief, turning a dubious bargain into a daring coup.

Plotting in progress.......

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[cinnarios]

I'm not dead! I've just been documenting the hellscape that is dragging myself out of creative burnout on my IG instead of here. Here's a snapshot for you!

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Bolted awake at 2AM this morning in a cold sweat and wrote the plot for a whole new Lesbian Gothic Horror Novel so prepare for me to be absolutely insufferable for the foreseeable

[nondelphic]

people say “write what you know” and then get surprised when i hand them 47 pages of unprocessed emotional trauma disguised as fantasy worldbuilding

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Simple OC Asks Tag

The lovely @sharkblizzardblogs tagged me in this and I thought it would be fun for my Project.Claw angels - Shylo and Nakoa.

Simple OC Ask List 2.

What is something that your OC would never purchase for themselves, but would be (secretly?) delighted to receive as a gift?

Is your OC ticklish? Has anyone ever dared to find out?

How easy does your OC find it to apologize?

When did your OC first see a dead body? If they have not seen one yet, how might they react to doing so?

Does your OC have any recurring dreams? Have they ever told anyone else about them?

Is your OC stingy with their money (or other resources)? Or are they something of a spendthrift?

Does your OC have a sweet tooth? Or do they prefer to avoid sweets and sugary treats?

Is your OC easily provoked by insults or mockery?

Where is somewhere your OC has visited that they never want to visit again?

Is your OC ever somewhat flirtatious?

OC answers for Shylo and Nakoa

Shylo:

Shylo's family comes from old money, so Shylo never really struggled with money. However, she just isn't the kind of person who spends money on nice things for herself unless she needs them, so she'd probably be absolutely jazzed if someone bought her a vinyl to add to her collection, or some more art supplies.

She is. And Yves did once. Never again, She had that bruise for weeks.

Shylo's middle name is Chronic-Over-Apologiser.

The first time was her Father's funeral, but she was young and doesn't remember it all too clearly.

Nothing notable. This girl sleeps like the dead and wakes up with absolutely no clue what happened in the past eight hours - dreams or otherwise.

She's not stingy, but she prefers to spend her money on other people, she doesn't often treat herself to anything outlandishly expensive.

She has such a sweet tooth. If she could eat a lil sweet treat for breakfast, lunch and dinner, she would.

Shylo isn't easily provoked by anything, to be honest. She's a very docile girl. She definitely has been on the receiving end of insults and mockery though.

She hates London. Too busy. Too loud. Smells bad. Get her out of there.

She'd actually rather eat concrete than attempt anything adjacent to flirting.

Nakoa:

Clothes! He's more than content with his minuscule wardrobe, but the thought of someone (Shylo) handing him a new jacket or a good pair of trousers and being all 'Oh, this would suit you.' Yeah... he's a simple boy.

He isn't ticklish, and his resting bitch face and sparkling personality are usually enough to perturb people from figuring it out for themselves.

He'll readily admit when he's wrong or apologise when necessary, but if you try to get him to apologise just to keep the peace or avoid an argument, god he's the most stubborn little bastard.

Only the one's on the news.... right?

He never used to, but now he has dream of violence and blood, claws and fangs...

He spends far too much money on books he never reads and tea he never drinks, but he is also fairly sensible. He doesn't have a huge amount of money but knows how to strike a balance between luxuries and necessities.

Much more of a savoury person. He doesn't avoid sweet treats, he just doesn't like them. Maybe a lemon dessert or something fresh and light but if you serve this boy a chocolate fudge cake, he's going hungry.

Not particularly, it simply doesn't bother him. However, talk down to Shylo and he's absolutely going to rip you to shreds (and I'm only half joking).

He went to Spain once with his Aunt. Not a fan. Dude doesn't handle the heat and sunshine well. Sweat and sand and sunscreen is a sensory nightmare and he honestly can't think of anything worse.

He doesn't exactly mean to be a flirt, but mans is an English Lit student, he's smooth as fuuuuck (and Shylo gets kinda weak in the knees the second he opens his mouth so...)

And that's them! My loves <3 I wanna hear about yours! - @forthesanityofstorytellers @illarian-rambling @sarandipitywrites @buffythevampirelover @orphanheirs @eccaiia @brynwrites @willtheweaver

[pulcherri]

Active writeblrs?

Yelling out into the writeblr void because I haven't been active on here in over a year and my dash is super empty, so if you're a writeblr please reblog this ♡

I especially love horror, mysteries, and really anything about queer characters!

My primary project is a southern gothic horror about a girl returning to hometown after more than a decade, which you read more about on my intro post.

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Unusual Associations Tag

I already did this the other day and I wasn't tagged again but I desperately need to do this for Nakoa as well as Shylo so here goes.

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Nakoa Aydin

'There was a solitude to him that felt less like loneliness and more like ritual.'

Seasoning: Black Pepper

Weather: Crisp Autumn Afternoons - crunchy leaves, frost on the ground, the smell of petrichor in the air

Color: Phthalo Green

Sky: Pink morning skies that feel a little whimsical and a little ominous

Magic power: If he had one, he'd enjoy being a mind-reader

Plant: Royal Fern

Weapon: His teef

Social media: Oh he's absolutely not a socmed boy. Blank ig profile at most so he can like and comment on Shy's photos but he follows like 30 people lmao

Candy: Aniseed Balls

Fear: Accidentally hurting the people he loves

Method of long distance travel: Loves a good walk. If something reeeeally isn't feasibly walkable then he'll settle for a bus/coach as long as he doesn't have to interact with anyone

Art style: Messy scribbles in margins with his fountain pen

Stationary: One ragged old journal, a single fountain pen that keeps leaking on his brand new shirts, a mechanical pencil that the eraser fell out of months ago

Celestial body: Crescent Moon

[writtenbymarlo]

being a writer is 85% caffeine, 10% impostor syndrome, and 5% “maybe this is actually good?”

[nondelphic]

writers will spend 3 hours naming a character that shows up for 2 seconds

[cinnarios]

shut up.

[specialagentartemis]

“whatever the fuck these two characters had going on” is a vastly underrated character dynamic

[sdwolfpup]

“Weird about each other” is how I’ve always put it. It’s my favorite thing.

[smolwriter]

when i realize i have to write the scenes in order to get to the scenes i want to write

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Find The Word Tag

If you know me, you KNOW I love a Find The Word, so thanks @willtheweaver for this one!

My words are: broke, worry, return, picture

Extracts from Project.Claw

Broke

Her words were wrapped in a brittle kind of love, sharp-edged with disappointment or fear. She didn't see her daughter as broken, but as unfinished – still waiting to be fixed, to be made whole.

Worry

He didn’t think he had ever seen Shylo look quite so unimpressed before. “A walk? You went for a walk?” She pressed a pale hand flat against her forehead and shook her head, caught between exasperation and relief. “You were gone all night. I was worried.” Pausing to let out a shaky breath, she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. “They found another body…”

Return became Retreat

There had always been something alluring to Nakoa about the rain. Perhaps it was because life was forced to simply slow down to a screeching halt as people retreated back into their dorms and the confines of the classrooms. He found it easier to focus, to think, when the rain drummed against the windows.

Picture became Sight

Still, when he finally dragged himself off the settee and into the small bathroom adjacent to his dorm, the sight of his own reflection made his stomach turn in an uncomfortable way. His clothes were discarded onto the floor piece by piece and then he could finally catch a good look at himself – at the array of cuts and bruises marked into his tawny skin. The shallow gash on his side started at his ribs and curved towards his hip. He sucked in air sharply through his teeth when his fingers pressed against the tender flesh surrounding the wound to gauge its severity.

aaaaand I'll tag the usual suspects: @forthesanityofstorytellers @illarian-rambling @sarandipitywrites @orphanheirs @buffythevampirelover @brynwrites @cwritesfiction @fenrir-kin @renukawrites @she-who-fights-and-writes

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Unusual Associations Tag

Tagged by @forthesanityofstorytellers, I love this one!

I'll fill it out for Shylo from Project.Claw this time :)

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Shylo Baker

'Her head is in the clouds and her feet are barely skimming the ground.'

Seasoning: Mixed Italian Herbs

Weather: The first thought of spring - bright sun, a cool breeze, afternoon showers, morning dew on the lawn

Color: Forget-Me-Not Blue

Sky: The early morning sky when the clouds are still wispy and the sun has barely risen

Magic power: If she had one, it would be to turn invisible

Plant: Hydrangeas

Weapon: She wouldn't hurt a fly but if she did it would be with a pretty little dagger

Social media: Project.Claw is set in the early 90's but if it was contemporary I could see her being an Instagram girly

Candy: Parma Violets

Fear: Sudden loud noises and deep bodies of water

Method of long distance travel: She looooves travelling by train, curled up in an empty carriage with a good book

Art style: Pencil sketches

Stationary: Too many sketchbooks - none of them full, a tin full of pencils chewed at the ends, a tatty old Sailor Moon pencil case she never got rid of after high school.

Celestial body: Mercury

I'll hand this one over to @illarian-rambling @sarandipitywrites @orphanheirs @buffythevampirelover @willtheweaver @rickie-the-storyteller

[prophetic-writer]

“What if I write it and it’s bad-”

WHAT IF YOU WRITE IT AND ITS GOOD? WHAT IF YOU WRITE IT AND ITS EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANTED? WHAT THEN????

[retquits]

people might think creating OC lore involves a lot of thinking & planning, but in my personal experience, OC development is more like a divine vision from a god slamming you over the head with a mallet while ur doing the fuckin dishes or folding laundry

[valyrra]

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