[fairnell]

an empire falling by @citywillow → happy holidays + hope you enjoy this wtw secret santa gift!

oscurian has a legend. it’s whispered in back rooms and shared across tankards, shouted from windows and thrown from ship to ship.

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october poetry prompts — Dead Phone; @fairnell

there were never any strings attached, were there?

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OUR TIN CAN TELEPHONE LINE

the string is pulled taut / stretched between the hook on my bedroom wall and the grill of your bedroom window / stretched over the pedestrians and noisy cars on the street separating us / but the tin can on the hook vibrates and i know you’re talking to me / i know you’re asking me if i want to sit with you in class tomorrow / i know you’ve forgiven me for using your favourite crayons without your permission / why can’t i do the same?

the string is pulled taut / stretched between the edges of the photograph on your instagram grid / stretched over the green hills you dangle over as you zip-line further away / it’s your phone that vibrates now and i know your friends’ comments are pouring into your notifications / i know you’re much cooler now / i know you’ve forgotten about the time i “borrowed” your dolls and never returned them / i still have them, do you want them back?

the string sags under the weight of pigeons / they seem to have taken a liking to our tin can telephone line / they seem to have a better time here than on the telephone cables in the field behind your house / i wonder why / i wonder what i expected to find coming back here / i wonder why the frayed ends of our childhood friendship can’t be taped up like the frayed ends of wires / but i guess you’re just a dead phone that i’ve lost the charger to.

[nosebleedclub]

I’d like for us to do a little activity as we wrap up 2021.

Please share five lines of writing from pieces you’ve written this year.  You can also add in the title/link to the full piece.

Can be poetry or prose!

[fairnell]

i’m sticks in the fire i’m gravel on the ground i’m every flammable object ever made by man

one good sleep and he can still shake this off / still be the person that he's always wanted to be, the person he still can 

you can’t take me out of the city... i’ll outlive every dry erase drawing you ever drew of me / it’s a sick thing to try and forget

forgetting that the shadow i see is a jacket discarded as you tried to lose a monster in the dark / on a call gone silent, still standing in the woods / time lapse left out for too long / sand grains spilling out of a punctured body

mostly i am sick in my throat, nothing left in my stomach to regurgitate / i hold it all in my mouth. one of the many marvels of human nature: we contain and we contain until there is nothing left to keep in, break down

[qelizhus]

i cant share all of ch5 so far but believe me when i say its a vibe. image reads as follows: 

Creep up the stairs and they do not creak. Hard wood and oak, sturdy as a whole. Did they not use to be carpet? But it has been eight years, of course, how fortunate; certainly it is not unthinkable to have performed renovation. Although it would not be your father who is the renovator, simply the renovatee. 

Storm-speaker is curled up on one side, facing away from the door and therefore you, when you enter. The line of her side rises and falls as she breathes; and your sister is, of course, alive. She is sick but alive. The blue-and-green patterned cover somehow fits the thick humidity in the room. The keen grey blinds are half-closed. 

Walk over and press the back of your hand to her forehead. She groans a half-made mumble, but otherwise her temperature feels normal. 

“Jus’ a cold,” she says, eyes screwed shut. “Headache.”

[fairnell]

nanowrimo update #04

general notes:

really enjoying doing sprints in the arena channel >:D have missed timed writing sprints more than i thought i would

developed v****n and a******r’s relationship more. it’s all absolutely deeply necessary knowledge about a past relationship.... tmw your past/last relationship lowkey ruins you for life and unlocks the inner evil that might’ve been in you all along hahaha so relatable

🙈 also not to have character development but... found family? in my nano wip? yeah. have lost the fight and i’m not getting better dw.

pictured below: a win for the ‘i don’t want to make more graphics wtf’ crowd... when the cover you made for nanowrimo wip aligns and fits as an icon for your playlist. this burning hill my beloved <3

[rataltouille]

hey lol i’m back [sort of]

guess who decided to impulsively participate in nano after months of not writing anything, being on hiatus from all social media, all while having major exams all the way up to january 😗👍 [why is this so on brand]

the main reason why i’m making the questionable decision to participate in nano despite my current school prep is because for around a month i’ve had this novel idea kicking in my head, begging to be written, and usually i’d simply store the idea away for later but this one’s an unusual case because:

it’s ya?? and also the antithesis of litfic??? who am i anymore /j

it’s a coming of age ya novel, and so my brain has this brilliant belief that if i don’t write this book before i turn 18 i will be a failure of a teenager so. here we are i guess 🤰

all things aside i’m actually very excited to write it; it’s easily my happiest story yet and i could use that serotonin right now lmaoo

the working title is ‘something borrowed, something borne’ and that’s the extent of my knowledge on this wip. full-on panster mode for this one. maybe i’ll make weekly updates about it! maybe even a wip intro!! who knows!!! my writeblr is like a black satin bag that’s filled with red plastic balls but when you pull one out it turns out to be green or is actually a rat instead.

i will hopefully be updating dailyish on the nano website so send me a friend request if you want to! it’s super nice to be back even if it’s only for a month, can’t wait to catch up with your wips ⛹️

[rataltouille]

me? using a taglist?? on tumblrlwods? didn’t think it’d happen again

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[yikescomma]

woah i haven’t posted in a year who is this????

HEY THERE Y’ALL it’sa me, mario. nick! remember when i didn’t do nano last year and then stopped posting?? haha…. aha…. yeah me neither. a quick refresher on me: i’m nick, i’m turning 19 in less than a month, i use he/him pronouns (or he/they if ur trans/nb) and i’m from hell australia!

wait its been a year, what are you writing again??

TEETH MARKS: two siblings are left orphaned months into the apocalypse and are eventually forced to move on from where they had been staying. in the process of trying to cross the country for the only place they know could be safe, they meet two more survivors and the four of them attempt to survive together. and to not be eaten.

mostly just teeth marks, honestly. revamping it for nano but maybe after that you’ll see some of my older wips come back! i miss them dearly but they are a mess.

woah, that’s cool! do you have a convenient hub with links to everything one might want to look at on your blog?

you betcha!

mwah i love u all dearly

- n.n.c.

p.s. if you recognise what the image from above is from, i love u. an extra kiss from me: mwah.

[moldstars-deactivated20230721]

one more sleep until i get to work on my favorite child. in the meantime im sketching up some concepts / designing characters. :b

dead angels on earth

[eatingjupiterarchive]

a snippet of the trails from novel disgraced written  to.      @fairnell ‘s              prompt october sixteenth , twenty-twenty-one  in decline.   transcript here 

[atelierwriting]

THE HERRINGBONE SEARCH. wip by @atelierwriting

KANT STATES THAT “MORALITY IS NOT PROPERLY THE DOCTRINE OF HOW WE MAY MAKE OURSELVES HAPPY, BUT HOW WE MAY MAKE OURSELVES WORTHY OF HAPPINESS.” that was isaac sobol’s favorite quote. it wasn’t because he liked kantian ethics, or that he liked philosophical debates at all, but it was because it was exactly the sort of pretentious thing people would expect a boy from northview academy to dispute.

in which: a boy goes missing, a new girl arrives, and livie chow has a secret. dark academia. girl from nowhere meets how we fall apart. prequel to the drowned girl

accountability: 1/30 chapters complete

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[atelierwriting]

A WRITEBLR REINTRO: @ATELIERWRITING

shoutout to pris @serpentarii for the graphic!!

hi everyone! it’s tris, 20, perpetually sleep-deprived, writing when she says she isn’t and not writing when she says she is, and this is my writeblr reintro! i’ve gotten an influx of new people following, so i figured i should introduce myself again. i like to read, listen to music, play video games (come into my askbox to talk about games!), and write.

THE WIPS

an oathbreaker’s nocturne: aline kohler wears a stolen name when she enters the cutthroat honorine academy. when she leaves, she wears four stolen souls instead. dark academia fantasy, upper ya story. enemies to lovers. status: first draft

island of the sun: wenyu dreams of monsters. antigone was born to rule the sea. there are two stories about the island that never was, and neither of them are true. peter pan meets the little mermaid in this dual pov, upper ya story. status: third draft. shelved.

OTHER BOOSTS

#1: i have a twitter! i’m a little more active there (sometimes).

#2: if you want me to boost your work, use my #sunsetdistrict&starfallisland tag! i go through it once a week to add to my queue.

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[fairnell]

hii do u know where tris went??? i think her blogs been running on queue and inactive ever since the url change;;;

hi nonnie! i think this ask might be a little late as tris has made a return to writeblr (and announcement post about it). she was dealing with some discourse + private issues for a while, so was understandably less active as a result but things are normal and unplagarised now 😌 for the most part.

[eatingjupiterarchive]

he sits in the house a blue tinged fascination, bought on a short lease of life. and so he cuts and tears, putting his insides in the fridge to wait for the picked bud to open. the aching tongue lapping over heated nerves pressed down in a unassuming lover. there in the outside he stands to have the sun bow , here he bets bones for fences wanting to catch the running fever that catches his legs and spills his lover away like water, casting him a drowning and hooking the other in different hands. he skins his heart and makes arrows of his teeth shooting down the bird before it flies. selfish is he , crazed is he, and so he puts his insides in the fridge to feed a submission.

for @fairnell 's october 13th prompt stripped back.

[fairnell]

Is anyone allowed use your prompts ?

sorry if the post wasn’t clear enough, but yes! they can be used for anything, in whatever order wanted. i’m personally using them as poetry prompts and doing them whenever i have time.

[jortsgoth]

[dodudodu]

[junefield]

NO. 2 / THE HERO ADA OBTAINS THE SWORD OF GRANETA amorette | @junefield