#whyylois

[whyylois]

Stick Season said "nothing changes, returning is all the same"

The Great Divide says "you've changed, returning isn't how you remember"

Stick Season was the bleak midwinter

The Great Divide is the turning autumn

Stick Season was the stagnant cold sun and bare trees

The Great Divide is the change of the light and the leaves

[whyylois]

a whyylois writeblr (re-re) intro!

*insert Into the Spiderverse 'Ok, let's do this one more time' scenes here*

Welcome, folks! Get ready for a hella long re-re-intro post! :D

the facts are these:

call me lois or y.l. or aiely :) I sign off my writing with ylm, so if you see those initials, that's me lol (You can find a slightly longer version 'about me' here lol)

I'm in my 20s and I use they/her/siya as pronouns

this is my side blog! my main is @aielylois where I post all my og poetry (I reblog them to this blog and add lil writer's notes tho, so just a heads up lol)

I am tag game and ask friendly! I'd like to make some new writing friends :)

I tend to switch up whether I write with proper sentence-case and I apologise for that in advance lol - I tend to associate lowercase with being casual so in general, if I'm just rambling about a story I tend to write in lowercase (except for 'I's lol), but if I'm actually writing a scene or snippet of a story, I'll use proper sentence-case

here's my lil navigation page and here's a quick cut to my writing!

other stuff:

I've been hanging out on this blog as a studyblr, but having now completed my studies, I figured it was time to officially turn this into the writeblr that it should have been XD (You can find my study log here tho if you're curious lol)

my wips: under the cut (this list may or may not grow depending on how much I want to ramble about them lol)

A Crew For All Seasons -- ya, superpowers, adventure -- status: primary wip, brainstorming/outlining/pantsing lol -- tag: the crew -- wip page: the crew wip

Four teens are invited to participate in an interschool competition based on their exceptional performance on what seemed to be a standard Department of Education test. After a visit from someone who is definitely not your typical Department worker, the teens decide to take the leap and join the interschool competition. When the competition gets an uninvited visit from an unknown party, the teens have to figure out why they've been brought (and what they can bring) to the competition. With nothing but their wits, a rookie 'Department worker', and powers that need a bit more work to become 'super', it's apparently up to them to get them out of this mess. How? All they know is that it's better to go together than go it alone. If only they know what 'it' was...

[a.n. the crew have been my longest running and most persistent ocs]

Anagolay Lost -- NA (I think? lol), introspective and hopeful, a bit mystical -- status: a passion project (a little clunky but something I'd love to refine maybe), conceptualising and researching -- tag: anagolay lost

Fe Eusebio is lost. Well, ok, that's not quite true. She knows where her work is. They know where they were born. She knows where her childhood home is. They know where the house they currently lives in is. But there's just something slightly hazy about where they really belong. Is it in the land that birthed them or the land that raised them? Is it in the town that raised her or the town she's created a life in? On a whim, Fe recreates a ritual their mother once told them about- a ritual done by their ancestors to seek guidance from the Goddess of Lost Things, Anagolay. She goes to sleep, thinking nothing of it, until the next morning, they're confronted by a goddess. Just not the one she was intending to summon.

[a.n. Fe uses she/they pronouns - I'm still learning what feels the most comfortable writing them in and trying to make sure my pronoun use for her makes sense so I appreciate any feedback and discussion! ^^ also, not me, a Filipino, Third Culture Kid, projecting writing about a Filipino person looking for where they belong...]

[whyylois]

hey y'all I have been *struggling* to find the energy to post and reblog stuff here, but I promise I am writing! just not my own wips ;^^

I've just hopped back on the ao3 train for Selfish Fic Summer to write some super duper self-indulgent fanfic BBC Ghosts drabble uwu lol (you can find me as an_honest_puck on ao3 if you're interested 👀)

but I hope to share a little more about The Crew with you! actually, I need some help on that front- what do y'all want to know? drop me a line and give me some ideas, y'all! do you want to read a paragraph from the first chapter? do you want more character dynamics? do you want more character profiles? let me know so I have some sort of idea of what I'm doing XD

anyways, happy pride month to those who celebrate! and happy National Indigenous Culture Month! take care of yourselves, show the ones you love that you love them, honour the contributions of queer folk and Indigenous folk to history and society, and be kind :)

[whyylois]

last line tag

thank you @writingamongther0ses for the tag, and sorry it took me so long to get to this one! ;^^

this is from a filler scene that probs won't make it into the story-proper, but I just wanted to write a lil more dynamics between Aquaria and Rafael uwu

"Oi! Two hands on the wheel, mate!" He rolled her eyes at her as he started the car. "Ok, ok, whatever you say, Queen." She grinned at him and took a bite out of the custard tart.

and once more, the full scene will be under the cut :) I'm tagging these fine folks and sending y'all a hearty hello! ^^

@asher-writes @kirsten-is-writing @writing-is-a-martial-art @ashen-crest @karolinarodrigueswrites @ink-fireplace-coffee @enchanted-lightning-aes @blind-the-winds

[full scene under the cut]

She could hear voices in the kitchen before she saw him.

"Hi Aquaria! How are you? Good to see you in your own home." she said mockingly as she rounded the corner to the kitchen.

She was greeted with the sight of a grinning Rafael de Luka in front of a tray of freshly baked custard tarts and her mother shaking her head at him knowingly.

"Well, I couldn't just leave him sitting out there in his car, could I?" Aquaria's mum asked.

Aquaria hugged her before answering.

"Nah, you're too nice for that. What's more likely is that Raff smelt food and wafted in like in those old cartoons."

"Guilty." Rafael conceded, taking another bite from the custard tart in his hand.

Aquaria rolled her eyes.

"Alright, let's get this show on the road or we'll be late. I'll be back later this afternoon." she gave her mum another squeeze. "Bye, Ma!"

"Ingat, Aqua!"

"Bye, Mrs Morales!"

"Rafael de Luka, what did you call me?"

Aquaria snickered as Rafael shot her a grin.

"Bye, Tita [Angel]!"

"You kids have fun!"

Aquaria punched him on the shoulder as soon as they were in Rafael's car,

"Dude! My mum has totally Tita-zoned you!"

"Does that mean I get a lifetime supply of these?" he asked, holding up a custard tart, "Because I have no issues with that whatsoever."

They both burst into laughter and Aquaria snatched the tart out of his hand.

"Hey!"

"Oi! Two hands on the wheel, mate!"

He rolled his eyes at her as he started the car.

"Ok, ok, whatever you say, Queen."

She grinned at him and took a bite out of the custard tart.

[whyylois]

last line tag

thank you for the tag @asher-writes! this time I do actually have something from my 'A Crew for All Seasons' wip! ahem-

The agent and the student took their leave in the face of Mrs Pearce's confused and irritated expression.

ok so it isn't much, but hey, I'm just following the rules! this is the last line of what I wrote today! but because I feel like sharing, imma put the whole scene I wrote today under the cut. it's still a little rough because it is hot off the press and I haven't had a chance to edit it much yet, but I'm also debating whether it stays in the story or not. we'll have to wait and see lol

I'm tagging the following in case they want to see this, but also to say hi! ^^

@blind-the-winds @ink-fireplace-coffee @enchanted-lightning-aes @lorelaiexe @autie-auden-writes @writer-artemis

[full scene under the cut]

"Hello, Mrs Pearce." Agent Baker greeted her as they entered the office.

"Ah, Agent Baker! How were they? Didn't give you too much trouble did they?"

Baker glanced back at Aquaria as she stepped out from behind them.

"Ah." Mrs Pearce cleared her throat, "Ah, Miss Morals!"

"Morales." Aquaria muttered.

Baker's eyes flicked over her as Mrs Pearce gamely continued on.

"Always striving above and beyond! Miss Morals is such a great representative for the school-"

"Morales." Agent Baker said.

Mrs Pearce, refusing to meet Aquaria's eyes, cleared her throat and Aquaria stood just a little bit straighter.

"Right, yes. Anyways. Can I help you, Aquaria?"

I sure hope so, Aquaria thought drily. Aloud she said,

"Yes, Miss. I was wondering if we could maybe get our information packs a little earlier."

Mrs Pearce frowned.

"Well, I have them here, but-"

"Excellent," Baker interjected, "Aquaria can take them to her peers now."

"I don't know-"

But Agent Baker was already approaching her desk and reaching for a stack of envelopes.

"Ah, here they are. Right where I left them. You don't mind, do you?"

Without waiting for a response, Baker handed the envelopes to Aquaria. The agent's correction of her name must've cast them in a good light, because Aquaria could've sworn that they winked at her when they handed the envelopes over. Mrs Pearce had gone quite red, eyes darting between Aquaria and Baker. The agent nodded at the principal.

"Well, we won't take up any more of your time, Mrs Pearce." they turned slightly and offered Aquaria their hand. "Thank you for your time." Aquaria shook it. "I'll be back on Monday to hear from you."

Aquaria nodded, jaw clenched tight to prevent her grin from slipping out. Baker tilted their chin towards the door and Aquaria took that as a sign to wave cheerfully at her principal.

"Thanks, Mrs Pearce! I'll make sure they get to everyone."

The agent and the student took their leave in the face of Mrs Pearce's confused and irritated expression.

[whyylois]

Everyone else: Gee isn't it swell to start NaNoWriMo, a month dedicated to fleshing out and writing one's own novel? :D

Me, finishing my Honours thesis and has barely written any form of original creative fiction in the last few months: I do not want to look at a word processing document until next year.

[whyylois]

[pic id] A Wombi Dream AI-generated painting depicting a mountain path made of rocks leading up into an earthtone coloured foggy horizon. The text reads: my poetry is always pointing home

I want to write about home again. How I'm not quite sure where it is even while I'm sitting in my childhood bedroom. How the place where I grew up feels smaller than usual- not cramped, but maybe not enough.

I want to write about home again. How I'm not quite sure if I've made one yet even while I'm in the bedroom I arranged with my own two hands. How the space is mine, but the company is still just a little foreign- still a little like putting on a show.

I want to write about home again. How I am learning that home is a space, but mostly it's a people. It's knowing you're being heard (the dream, the nightmare) but knowing that no matter what you're rambling about this time, someone understands. It's not needing to say anything and still being understood. It's being seen. It's being known. It's knowing.

I want to write about home again. Just to remind myself that I can find home wherever my bones are.

- ylm | insta: whyylois

[whyylois]

I believe in second chances but only when they are not for me. But I must ask— who else can I trust?

- august shadormas, pt V

pt I . pt II . pt III . pt IV