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We’re beginning the acceptance process!

Admins Morgan & Megan have/will be reading through your applications in the next couple days! We’re very excited to begin this collective, and rest assured we will not be hosting any events until we’re sure all our members are done with exams.

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Hey everyone! This is Admin Morgan, I just wanted to let you know that if you’re writing apps, our tag #qwcollective needs to be among the first FIVE tags, as a general tumblr rule, or most people can’t see the post (like me) so just to make everything work as smoothly as possible, tag things you want us to see in the first five “tag slots”!

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Queer Writing Collective

NAME/ALIAS: Risa (Pen Name = Mari Perez)

PRONOUNS: She/He/They

URL: mymusecommands.tumblr.com (Personal Blog: blackreapershome.tumblr.com)

AGE: 16

WRITING STYLE: [ prose, poetry, script, etc ]

PROJECTS: The second book in my fantasy fanfiction series called Fallen Redeemer. The novel I’m currently working on is called Savior’s Burden.

WRITING SAMPLE:

Muddy water splashed up from the soaked ground and splattered against the leather pants of a young woman walking through a thick forest. Large droplets of rain pelted the trees and filtered through their leaves to saturate the dark cloak that hid her hair and face. Beneath the heavy fabric was a mass of curly black hair, and a pair of large, bright green eyes beneath thick, dark brows, a wide sloping nose, and plump lips framed by a diamond-shaped face. It was cold, but she paid the elements no mind as she pressed forward, squinting through the sheet of rain at what she could see was the edge of the forest.

Beyond the border was her destination: the castle carved into the mountain side ahead. Accessible only by a single steep winding path up the mountain, its sharp edges and points cast eerie shadows in the darkness of the dense clouds. Its tall walls and soaring towers seemed to be cut straight from the night sky and, as its visitor drew closer, it shone with raindrops that glistened like stars. The clean sleekness of it was not of the land in resided in. For sixteen years it had stood, glaring down at all who gazed upon its formidable facade. None had yet dared enter until that evening.

The new visitor was not at all afraid of what stood before her. She had yet to experience real fear. Being as powerful as she was and living a sheltered life for her first twenty years meant that few things had the power to intimidate her. It wasn't just her recklessness that drove her to enter, however. She was a child of magic; it flowed through her as much as blood would and she knew when she had encountered magic that was familiar. The castle was encased in an invisible barrier that she could sense as she neared it. As she passed through, the barrier’s magic shot a bolt of energy through her. The crescent moon necklace around her neck glowed bright violet, and a shield flashed in front of her at the contact. She knew the origins of the magic there were close to her own. It, like her, was foreign to these kingdoms. The familiarity should have comforted her after having to learn the strange ways of the mainlands, but instead a knot began to form in the pit of her stomach.

The castle's front entrance dwarfed her. Up close, it seemed that the material it derived from was some sort of pure mineral that absorbed all of the light around it. One could see that there were in fact two doors, but there were no handles with which to open them. She stepped forward and pushed at them, finding that they both slowly slid open with little effort needed. She cast one last look back at the forest with its massive trees, and rich soil that she had found so much more inviting than the taverns in mainland towns where she had gotten rude stares and the noble homes and castles where the residents have invited her in to interrogate her and treat her like a toy. She had never before met humans so bold, and there were so many of them.

Upon entering, she saw that the interior drastically contrasted the exterior.

Inside were polished black marble floors, with columns of the same stone holding up the high ceilings. A long rug of luxurious velvet led to the first grand staircase, ornate railings of white gold on either side. There wasn't much light inside, so as she ventured deeper, she held up her hand in front of her, palm up. White light glowed ahead of her and the large doors slid shut behind her when she turned down one of the wide hallways. Large, detailed paintings of fantastical lands hung on the walls and the many doors in each hall she walked through were made of a dark wood and decorated with carvings of strange figures around their edges.

The design inside was appropriate for the Enchanted Forest mainland; the cold ornateness of it all resembled the castles she had seen in kingdoms like Camelot. The complete lifelessness of the polished stone and carved decorations were so alien to her even now after spending years away from home. Distracted by her surroundings, the girl didn't notice the light pitter-patter of paws as she continued deeper into the castle, nor did she notice the distant ticking of a watch until she came to a room with a lit fire and a few large chairs. It appeared that the rumors may have been true; someone certainly lived in there.

Christine closed her door and looked around the room. She didn’t feel like anything was dangerous but the magic around the castle was most definitely present inside of it. Knowing the truth after hearing rumors for so long did upset her; she knew all of this was wrong and she felt obliged to help the castle’s residents. She had a feeling that there was more to the curse than the two creatures were aware of.

She removed her cloak and draped it across the one of the chairs in the sitting area, set her ever-present satchel on the same chair, and walked to the vanity. She swiped her hand and the dust was removed, floating into the air and disappearing. She took stock of herself in the large mirror. With curly black hair that formed a dense cloud around her head, dark brown skin that was peppered with hardly visible freckles across her nose and barely rounded cheeks, an ample chest, wide shoulders and hips above long legs that were growing weary, she was proud of her beauty. She knew that she had to be, even though it sometimes what she saw in the mirror bothered her. She had always felt like something was wrong or missing.

She could see that her dark purple shirt and black leather pants were not damaged in the forest and she bore no scars from the magic of the barrier. She allowed herself a small smile and looked through the dresser for a nightgown. She found one long enough for her tall frame and changed into it, removing everything except for the necklace she always wore. The exhaustion from her journey quickly dragged her into sleep.

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The Queer Writers Collective is now OPEN!

For anyone identifying with the word Queer, who are also writers (no matter what kind), we have made a group for you. Our aim is to bring queer writers together to support and encourage each other to complete our projects and get our words out into the world.

How to apply:

Reblog this post.

Make an app & tag us #qwcollective.

Tag your app with your writing tag!

Follow the collective.

What we’ll be doing:

Admins will answer whatever questions you have about your project and give the best advice they can offer.

Create an environment where queer writers can share their work and gain some helpful tips to finish projects.

Making monthly prompt lists for quick writing exercises.

Playlists for a variety of different genres and tones of writing.

“Discussion Prompts.”

Q&A for writing topics like gender, LGBT & POC & disabled inclusion.