Aspiring author here, wanting to begin blogging my progress on various projects, as well as finding feedback and showing support to other writers! I just go by August or Enna here!
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You may also see me under the username fraugustends on discord!
Favorite Books:
Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoevsky; That Hideous Strength - C. S. Lewis; Till We Have Faces - C. S. Lewis; Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir;
Favorite Tropes/Themes:
Dystopian society, second-chance romance, unreliable narrator, found family, psychological and mental health themes, self-sacrifice for the good of humanity,
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#feedback time! : any post asking for feedback or responding to feedback
why is it that the only person who I did not have to explain to what dysautonomia and pots is is the oral surgeon who is going to be removing my wisdom teeth in a few months? and not my physical therapist or my pcp?
I love it when a singular idea throws off the entirety of the already-build plot I've been steadily creating but I really like the idea so now I have to restructure everything in order for this to work
Oh and I'm going to need to rewrite everything I've written so far just for it to integrate in nicely
Whumpee is given the task to write down a list of positive qualities about themselves and end up just staring at the blank page for hours.
Or maybe they come up with some depressing, whump filled bullet points:
i just heard that a coworker of mine, who has had a huge influence on expanding my to-be-read list, went to the local bookstore to find a copy of one of the books he was telling me about and unfortunately he couldn't find it so he's quite sad now
i wish i could tell him it's fine i'll just get it off of amazon or something but he went on vacation so now i cant 😭
Here an outline of the @soulsmake work with artist soulmate @cloudycloudsminusclouds! They're waiting until the project is finished to draw! Actually writing it is taking its slow old time for me, but that's just what happens, so yall are getting an outline!
Summary: Cleo, a single mom with two kids Scar and Bdubs, is adamant that she does not need help in the struggles she's facing alone. Martyn essentially makes her realize how much she actually needs help until she finally relents and she goes to him for comfort!
It may not all be accurate to the final work, but this is what I had!
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#1 - Morning time
Cleo is at the farmers market, shopping list in hand, mildly fretting about dietary needs and dinner plans and school lunches and getting things finished at home.
She's staring at the new seafood stand of all places, trying to determine which ones would be cheaper and healthier to get when a hand lands on her shoulder.
Martyn asks "Is there anything I can help you with, ma'am?" as the owner of a stand is supposed to be polite and helpful to customers.
Cleo being her stubborn and mildly sarcastic self, she responds with "Yes, actually. An improvement to my sanity would be immensely helpful right now." She waves her shopping list around with a grimace.
Martyn offers to help her with her shopping list, but Cleo refuses, saying she's done this on her own for years now. She doesn't need the help. She just wants the cheapest salmon he has and then she'll move on. Simple as that.
With a sigh, Martyn relents, pointing her towards what she wants. As she leaves, he reminds her that there will always be people to help, even if she thinks she doesn't need it now.
#2 - Mid-afternoon
Cleo has just got out of a parent-teacher meeting at the school regarding Bdubs. She's ticked off because they asked if he has a father figure in his life to look up to. She cant understand why they can't recognize how hard she is trying to raise them without their father in the picture.
In order to calm herself down and treat herself for how much she's trying, she goes to a local cafe to grab a coffee (because tea is just not her thing). It's nice, sitting in a booth by a window and sipping on a piping hot drink.
Of course, Martyn walks into the cafe and orders himself a cup of tea. When he spots Cleo, he comes over and asks if he can sit at her table. Reluctantly, Cleo agrees.
Martyn asks how things are going. Cleo gives a mild and slightly vague answer. It's a small, stretched conversation.
Maybe Martyn asks if Cleo has a partner. Cleo retorts back in suspicion that he's only being nice to get her phone number and meet her kids. He disagrees, saying that he was only asking authorities needed to get involved — to him, she looked like she was being overworked and if it was her partner's fault, then he would have reason to get the police involved. Cleo says she has no one but her boys, and that she's doing fine, like she has been all along. She says that Martyn has no reason to be prying about her personal life and that he should just leave her alone.
He decides that he will leave, but not before leaving a reciept with his phone number on it on the table. Cleo pockets it for no other reason than to block him, which she ends up not doing at all.
#3 - Evening/night
Cleo is sitting in an armchair in the living room, enjoying the peace she obtained when Bdubs was put to bed without a fight and Scar is enjoying a sleepover with Grian and Mumbo. She's letting her thoughts drift to the nicer times, before Etho left the three behind. She mourns that old life in quietness now.
It's sometime past 11pm when there is a knock at the front door. She startles out of her armchair, eying the curtained windows with confusion. Who would be needing her at this hour?
She opens the door and sees Martyn. She begins to ask how he had found her house but stops when she sees Scar beside him. She's confused, badly.
"Why do you have Scar with you, Martyn?" she asks, pulling the tired and kinda out-of-it Scar close to her. "Why isn't he at his friend's house?"
"I found him roaming the streets. I asked him if I could bring him home, and where he lived. He told me this address— I didn't realize he lived with you."
"He's my son. Of course he lives with me." Cleo then pauses, looking down at Scar before returning a now softened gaze towards Martyn. "I'm sorry. I— thank you for bringing him home. But I need you to leave, please. And don't come back. I appreciate your help here, but I don't need anything else from you. Okay?"
Martyn assents, leaving Cleo and Scar in the doorway. Cleo lets Scar cuddle with her on the armchair until both of them fall asleep.
+1 - Morning
Both of the boys are at school again. Cleo is washing the previous night's dishes and watching the birdfeeder outside the window. The birds' camaraderie is something she finds herself envying, to her dismay. She really doesn't have any friends. No one to spend adult time with, no one to struggle with, no one to celebrate with. Not since her ex-husband took all of his friends with him. She scowls absent-mindedly at that thought.
She finishes the dishes, dries her hands, then sticks her hands in the pockets of the long flannel she decided to wear for the morning chill. Her fingers find the slip of paper given to her that day at the cafe with Martyn. She pulls it out, finds the man's phone number and considers it with intent.
Martyn was persistently there. Even though she denied it, she loved it. He recognized her burnout and her strength. What hurt could it do to call him?
After some hesistation, she dials the number on the paper. The phone rings two times before the call is answered. Martyn's sleepy voice comes through the speaker.
"Martyn's phone, who is this?" "It's Cleo." "Cleo? Oh! It's nice to hear from you! I honestly thought you'd forgotten about the number I'd given you. What can I do for you this fine morning?"
Cleo pauses, unsure exactly what she wants Martyn to do for her. "Can you come over? To my house?" "What time?" "Any time, but before the boys get home from school, if possible." "No problem. Everything alright?" "I think it will be once you're here." "Gotcha. Give me twenty."
New idea, new concept, very much loving it, will have to put it on hold until everything else with a deadline is completed, but have a short snippet of the basic fic I have sprouted from my brain today! If you never hear from this idea again, just know that this is my favorite part that I've concocted thus far :D
Blame Whack-a-Scar for this/silly
Also Xisuma-centric! Of course Scar is quite important to the story, but this is my first time writing from X's POV so this should be interesting :D
Content warnings for the snippet below the cut: reference to character death and permadeath (in relation to Minecraft mechanics), self-esteem issues
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There was no luck. Night was falling, and no one had come across anything. To X, it felt like the whole server had been scoured north to south, with exception to the numerous cave systems and structures that lay in untouched parts of the server. After he told all the search groups to place down their beds for the night, he stayed up. He couldn't wrap his head around this. Thoughts about how much of a bad admin he was for not checking in with Scar sooner, not installing a more secure method of tracking locations (though that would for sure put the whole server in debt for seasons upon seasons), not noticing that something was wrong until it could have been too late. The only assurance he had was that he had no record of Scar dying since he last rejoined the server. So he was alive, but in what condition? And how long would that last? If Scar wasn't stable enough and with the right equipment around, dying could easily turn into permadeath.
His fretting was interrupted by Keralis, thank Void, and forced to go to sleep. They would search again the next day, at least until afternoon, and then if still nothing, they would enable Grian and Keralis. They would find Scar. Xisuma would find Scar. Xisuma needed to find Scar.
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where do I start? too many ideas, too many events, too many stories, too many rabbitholes that lead me to new ideas and new analogies and new ways to shove angst into my favorite characters which is only helping me to start me at the beginning again. where do I start?
