#background writing

[nommy-thoughts]

I’m attempting to write a cheesy vore poem

apparently google docs suggestions knows that

however, it doesn’t realize that it’s supposed to be from the prey’s perspective, not the pred’s

still, good effort

[talesfromthenorsesmouth]

It begins part of crucial phase (5)

Short piece on Edward Nygma’s arrival in Gotham city

It was- well, for a start, it was small. It fitted a mattress, which had been optimistically described as a futon, a sink, which had been optimistically described as functional, and himself, optimistically described as a completely new person.

‘Edward Nygma,’ he’d said to the landlord without even a stumble, like he’d been naming himself that way all his life.

‘You’d better spell that,’ was the only response. ‘Polish, is it?’

He’d grinned, shrugged. ‘Could be.’ Which was true- it could be. It could be anything. This was Gotham, after all- anyone could be anything.

And now, for the price of $135 a month, he had this room, plus a share in a kitchen and a bathroom with the floor’s other tenants. It wasn’t a good price, but he would have been willing to pay more for what it got him- a door that he could lock, and a space that was his. He might be able to hear his neighbours through the walls, but they weren’t coming any closer than that.

He’d already started to cover the walls with his clippings, the black and white squares adding some kind of pattern to the brown wallpaper, interspersed with those pieces he’d found particularly interesting, the ones which might offer a starting point. A foothold. A beginning.

Now he climbed onto the windowsill and settled against the wall, pulling out a cigarette. The hum of the city rose all around him, even this late, pieces and people fitting together in a living puzzle. 

And from his small vantage point, he could see how the buildings stretched away from him, the squares of light in their sides like the empty spaces in a crossword. Blankly waiting for him to start making his mark.

NOTES:

$135 is a (high) rough estimate for a single occupancy room in NY in the 1970s, which is when this is set but i literally went for the first google search result so i’m willing to admit i’m not the expert here

The title is a crossword clue I found which seemed appropriate- answers on a postcard, the prize is this bottle cap i found down the side of my sofa

[nommy-thoughts]

I thiiiink one of my wips is done

might post it tomorrow if I still think that in the morning

[nommy-thoughts]

talking about your ideas can be really helpful. I had a vore idea that I didn't think I'd ever be able to make a story out of because the setup implied hard vore of the type I don't like, but after having the idea for a few months, today I told it to one of my friends who also likes vore, and we chatted about it and bounced ideas around, and long story short, we developed a universe in which the idea could happen in a way I do like and are about 2k deep into a fic. It doesn't involve the original idea, because we had another idea we thought sounded more fun to start with, but it's in the same universe as the original idea, and we may write that one too. Tho we also came up with several other ideas in the same verse as well.

[nommy-thoughts]

chipping away at a story

got over 600 words written today

entire thing is about 1.6 K so far

time for bed

[nommy-thoughts]

I love it when I realize things about my characters in a flash.

Specifically, this time: Aji is basically me if I was a fire witch. So they’ve got the same build as me, and the same hair (albeit with a slightly better version of my haircut because it’s a little too short in the back IRL), almost the exact same personality, etc. And there are some differences, like they have magic, and they love spicy things more than I do (I still like them, but there’s no way I’d eat a pepper by itself), and they’re pretty much entirely fireproof.

But I realized a trait that I can give them for being a firewitch that I actually have:

I do not sunburn.

I don’t have any idea why, since I’m a redhead, and redheads are notorious for sunburning easily, especially ones as pale as me, but even if I stay out in the sun for hours, I don’t sunburn. Granted, I try not to stay out in the sun for hours, because I don’t so much care for the sensation of direct sunlight on my skin, but I could.

And it makes sense for Aji, being a firewitch and therefore immune to getting burned, to also not get sunburned.

[nommy-thoughts]

I was happy stimming today, shaking my hands around til they felt like jello and jumping up and down a little, and I realized that if I was a fire witch, my hair would definitely be ablaze right then. So, guess what? The fire witch (sona) character I'm making for a fanfic of @vore-scientist's Mystic Woods story is deff. gonna do that.

[aeqtales]

A correspondence

The Dances of Magic 4: A Step Too Far

After gathering the seven stones of Fate and receiving the blessing from the Goddess, Rily convinced the Zanaferyt Archons to train her in the secrets of the shrewd Warlocks.

But her greatest challenge is yet to come. Can she defeat the Ancient One and will she be able to save Kinorah from the return of the horrendous Nibraskerdim mages? And who is ultimately deserving of her love, the naive but brilliant Harran or the brooding, yet intriguing Jallov.

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Dear Wataniban and Sons,

I write to you from the best of my intentions, though I would lie if there wasn’t a certain urgency on my mind as well.

Ever since the publication of your series “The Dances of Magic”, we have had a surge of 15-year old girls wanting to ‘train’ with the Archons of my family.

And while we welcome anyone to become a member of our Clan, these girls were under the impression that they could gain our knowledge and insight without being one of us. A process they though they ‘could skip’. While I myself quickly discovered the source of their confusion, Patriarch Zulcel was almost assaulted by one of the girl’s parents for setting her wish in motion. I also had to convince Matriarch Sadreide of your good intentions, of which success I’m pleased to notify you of.

The process of becoming one of us is not to be taken lightly. The process is arduous and requires the utmost effort of the initiate (and quite fascinating, so I was rather bemused and a little disappointed why ‘Rily’ could just skip over this in ‘The Dances of Magic 3: The Last Step’. Being “the most talented of her generation” still would require her to go through all the [steps], but I digress.).

At the end, the initiate has become one of us and even then the Archons would not just share our best kept secrets - even when one is on a quest from the Goddess. (You should ask the Chosen One).

This brings me to my next point: our history of ostracization and outright persecution is not one you can use to invoke sympathy for your protagonist. Especially when the writer keeps invoking these inner monologues over her decision, mulling over whether she can still stay herself when she gains our [infernal] training (with of course her friend’s assurance that “there will always be good inside of her” - Mistress, what a phrasing).  

This all while the writer describes in fine detail how - well - ‘mean’ the rest of the world is to her now; thinking of her as Zanaferyt when she is not.

I believe I do not need to point out the message you’re communicating to these 15-year old girls when you tell them that they can gain our carefully guarded knowledge and training and still think of us as ‘infernal’ and ‘wicked-natured’.

Then I understand from the plot that ‘Jallov’ (portmanteau between Jardor and Lovoridj?) is one of the Clan himself. In which case it would be entirely inappropriate for her to fall in love, as - like I have previously described - for her to qualify training she had become one of us. We do not tolerate incest of any kind and there is no such thing as a ‘complementary Zanaferyt’ as you seem to imply.

Speaking of the plot, while I wholly approve of lambasting the treacherous Nibraskerdim, I do have to point out that the Nibraskerdim were never Ancient worshipers. As a matter of fact, despite the insidious nature of these loathsome wizards, the Nibraskerdim have protected Telleh from a possible Resurgence, inspired by the Ancients. Credit where credit’s due.

Yours sincerely,

Guldan Apatroth Zanaferyt, Patriarch of the Family, Professor of Astronomy at the TUANS.

ps. I also don’t agree Rily’s choice to go with Harran, as I’m off the opinion both would be bad for her and her development - especially considering the origins of the Prophecy, but I’ll leave that for a different letter.