#xanderssanction

[awritinglen]

Rain

she/her / bi / 19 / 5’1 / african american / adopted / college student / blunt but doesn’t mean to be (often regrets saying things) / mom friend / lover not a fighter but can fight surprisingly well bc tiny⠀

befriends a cupid or tries to⠀

[gaylortruther]

THE SANCTION; A WRITEBLR FAMILY

hello all! i cannot believe i have reached 300+ followers! not to ramble, but i am so excited i remade this blog and am now getting the chance to interact with more of you and really be a part of this community. so for my 300 followers milestone, i’ve decided to create a writeblr family! so many of my mutuals and the writeblrs i respect and admire have these, and i think it’s just a wonderful way to interact with your followers more. the name of the family is THE SANCTION, inspired by The Sanction, a group of revolutionaries from my main wip, Where The Cellar Meets The Sky. but if you join, you don’t have to join as a revolutionary.

YOU WILL BE DIVIDED INTO:

☼ REBELS; kids with abilities they can’t control, trying their bests to change the world, find their families and not ruin themselves along the way.

☄ MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURES; beings nobody sane really believes in, some ages old, with their morals thrown out the window. their intentions are all self-serving… until they’re not. 

♡ HOPELESS ROMANTICS; they sit at the window, watching potential lovers pass by. they wish they could run into someone’s arms, but they sit, waiting. the right person will come to them. the mantra repeats. hopeless.

HOW IT WORKS:

✦ must be following the king of eating rocks (new followers are always welcome!)

✦ you don’t have to reblog, but i sure would appreciate it! 

✦ there will be a tag (#xanderssanction) that anyone who joins can tag their content with! i will track it and anyone else can too!

✦ send me an ask OR dm with the following:

✧your name and pronouns

✧ which one you want to be  ☼   ☄  ♡

✧ whether you want:

♥ a name moodboard

∞ an oc moodboard (send me as much information as possible, including tags, pinterest boards and pages!)

tagging some mutuals (i’m so sorry if i bother anyone) :

@theforgottencoolkid @pilipalea @helpimlostinwanderland @dqstoevsky @liquidnightsky @ivonoris @newdivinities @victoiirres @obanshee @sancta-silje @cohldhands @melwrotethat @mrywrites

i think that’s all? and if mutuals could sb this that would be great!

[wolvesofarcadia-archive]

ARCADIA EXCERPT | CHAPTER 3 ↳ SLOANE’S POV

[cw: blood]

Finally, I’m only a few blocks from the clinic. Once it’s in view, I stop, then scan the ground for a rock; preferably one with jagged edges, but settle for a broken piece of concrete. Before I can think twice about what I’m about to do, I grab it firmly in my hands, then swing it against my leg. It carves at the skin just above my knee. Blood immediately flows from the wound, followed by a sharp pain. I look down to assess the damage. The denim of my pants took the brunt of the force, but I still made a decent size cut. Not as bad as Deirdre’s, but enough to get a nurse’s attention. I wipe the excess blood away with my jacket sleeve, then limp my way towards the clinic.

The double doors whoosh open for me automatically, leading into a small waiting room. There are maybe only ten chairs, with a butt in each one, despite the early hour. Some of them have visible injuries, but based on smell, the rest must be here because of sickness. The air is heavy with it, to the point where I feel almost nauseous. 

At the front desk is a nurse, sitting idly behind a yellowing counter. She doesn’t see me approach, so I cough once under my breath. The nurse doesn’t even blink, her attention on the small tablet in her hands. I cough again, louder this time, with no response. She continues typing something on the screen with her finger tips. Finally, I speak up. “Excuse me?”

“What’s your injury,” she asks without greeting, not looking up from the tablet.

“Um,” I begin, taken aback by the nurse’s dismissive tone. “I have a cut on my leg that needs antibiotics.”

“Is it urgent?”

I glance down at the clotted blood stain on my knee. “Kind of.”

“That’s too bad,” she says, finally looking up. Her expression is as dead as her voice sounds. “We’re short staffed and only have one doctor on duty today. Fill your information out on this,” she says, handing me her tablet, “then return it when your done. The doctor will see you when she’s ready.”

“Thanks,” I glance briefly at her name tag, “... Mary.” 

She waves me away, quickly busying herself with paperwork. I don’t waste time trying to find an available chair. There isn’t one, so I just stand off to the side against a wall.

This wasn’t part of the plan, as spontaneous as it was. Looking down at the lengthy form on the tablet’s screen, I realize this won’t be as quick a trip as I’d hoped. Now I get why Eddie avoided this place. The form seems endless, full of questions asking for my birthdate, address, identification number—I didn’t even realize people had their own ID number. Most of these questions don’t even have to do with health issues. I don’t have time to fill it out thoroughly, so I fudge the information, giving them a fake name, address, and random set of numbers for my ID. 

As I work my way down the form, I feel a pair of eyes on me. Discreetly, I glance down to my left. A man sits in the chair beside me, his face familiar. After a second look, I recognize him as the shopkeeper from the other day—the one I’d stolen the chicken from. I pull my hair down around my face, turning my head to the right, and pretend to look at something behind the front desk. Thankfully, something does catch my eye. 

Hanging on the wall is a large portrait, depicting a woman in an ornate battle uniform, a red cape draped over her shoulder. She looks away in a pensive gaze, her hands grasping the hilt of a sword, which pierces the carcass of a black wolf. Behind her, the sun rises, creating a halo effect around her head. I could swear this was a painting of some ancient battle maiden, if I didn’t recognize the woman. Even if I didn’t, the name of the painting is written in bold cursive at the bottom: Her Royal Majesty Slays the Beast. It suits the gaudy theme of the whole piece. 

“That’s a real nasty cut,” a voice says from my left, calling my attention. The shopkeeper, I realize. “The rain’s made those streets lethal,” he continues. “Think I fractured my tailbone chasing after some thief the other day.”

“Sorry to hear that,” I say, and mean it. That explains why he’s here. I keep my head forward, not wanting to face him in fear he’ll recognize me.

“Lovely painting, ain’t it?” 

“I guess,” I answer curtly, hoping he’ll take the hint that I don’t want to make small talk.

He doesn’t. “You’re probably too young to remember,” he begins, “but there was a time when this city was infested with those mutts.” That last word he says with particular disgust. “Her Majesty has done so much for this country in the short time she’s been monarch. I’m glad the people elected her.”

“She sure has done a lot for the city,” I say sarcastically.

“She has,” he insists. “I ain’t blind. I see what shape this place is in, but I can finally sleep peacefully knowing those mutts are off the streets.”

My eyes focus on the Wolf in the painting. Blood drips from his lifeless body, matching the crimson of the queen’s cape. The whole thing is meant to be inspiring, but when I look at it, all I feel is a knot in my gut. I don’t understand. The sword in its back, combined with the queen’s spotless uniform, suggested that it’d been killed unprovoked. Nothing in the painting illustrated what the Wolf had done to earn its fate. 

“Were they really so bad?” I ask after a moment’s silence.

A hand grabs at my shoulder, pulling me down to look the shopkeeper in the face. His eyes stare at me urgently. “Now you listen here,” he warns in a low voice. “Someone as young as you might not know better, but talk like that makes you sound like a Sympathizer. Anyone else hears you spouting that nonsense, and they’ll turn you in for treason.”

That last part surprises me. “And you wouldn’t?”

He puffs a bit of air between his lips. “Ronald Hughes ain’t no snitch.”

Tag list: @writevevo @starlitesymphony @klywrites @thespeckofstardust​ @wordsbysarah @reininginthefirewriting @urbanteeth​ @godxblooded​ @doubledged-sword @jess—writes @cassie-writeblr @nepeinthe @ardawyn​ @pen-for-sword @aestreia @crazyqueerwriter @markofthemoros @kaigods @kowlazovdi @snowdropwrites @elliewritesstories @rainy-rose

Please let me know if you’d like to be added/removed from the tag list!

[awritinglen]

Florence

she/her / lesbian / 20-21 / 5’11 / cupid / speaks like she’s superior to humans / badass learning to be a softie / on a journey to find herself

befriends a human, reluctantly

[wolvesofarcadia-archive]

❝ Funerals were a human tradition that Sascha and the other Brumanian wolves brought with them when they arrived. I suppose having to live secretly among them meant adopting their customs. My father had been intrigued by Sascha, how human-like he was, and spent much time with him learning what had become of the land of the south. By the time of his demise, he had considered Sascha a friend. ❞

—Arcadia Ch. 30, Fredrick

Sneak peak of a soon-to-be major character in Book 2 ✌🏻

[gaylortruther]

HELLO ALL!

i’ve recently hit 800 followers!! i’m so appreciative of all of you, and i can’t believe so many people are interested enough in my writing to follow a blog dedicated to it. 

because of personal health reasons, instead of doing a celebration for each milestone i hit, i’ve decided to do an ongoing follower celebration. anyone can enter, including people that already entered my 300 celebration!

YOU CAN EITHER:

💫JOIN THE SANCTION💫

ARE YOU A:

☀️ REBEL; kids with abilities they can’t control, trying their bests to change the world, find their families and not ruin themselves along the way.

☄️ MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE; beings nobody sane really believes in, some ages old, with their morals thrown out the window. their intentions are all self-serving… until they’re not. 

❤️ HOPELESS ROMANTIC; they sit at the window, watching potential lovers pass by. they wish they could run into someone’s arms, but they sit, waiting. the right person will come to them. the mantra repeats. hopeless.

SEND ME AN ASK OR DM WITH WHICH ONE YOU ARE, YOUR NAME AND PRONOUNS AND WHICH OF THE GIFTS YOU WANT. 

IF YOU JOIN, YOU CAN TAG YOUR ORIGINAL CONTENT WITH #XANDERSSANCTION

OR YOU CAN:

🎁GET A GIFT, NO STRINGS ATTACHED🎁

DO YOU WANT A:

🌻NAME MOODBOARD; i will make the moodboard based off of the official meaning of the name, the general vibe i get from the name/the vibe i get from you and any information you give me about yourself!

💥OC MOODBOARD; you will need to provide me with as much information about the oc as possible, such as their tag, pinterest boards, wip pages and tags, etc!

🌙VIBE PLAYLIST; this can be about anything! yourself/your name, a wip, a general mood. playlists will probably generally be 8-12 songs long but literally who knows, i’m wyldin

OTHER INFO:

🥀 must be following this dumb teen boy who eats sticks and rocks and mud (new followers always welcome)

🥀 the tag for this will be #xandercelebrates

🥀 although i promise to get everyone’s gift out, due to my chronic disability, it most likely will take me a while. please don’t let this stop you from sending in a request! they motivate me to keep going.

🥀 i’m not gonna tag any mutuals because i tagged a bunch on my first celebration post but if my mutuals could boost i would be so grateful !!

[gaylortruther]

XANDER’S ONGOING CELEBRATION; name moodboard for @amongwriters

[ELISABETH] GOD IS MY OATH

JOIN THE SANCTION OR REQUEST A GIFT!

[awritinglen]

Camp NaNoWriMo: Day 7

# of words today: 847

Remaining: 20,427 out of 25,000

Total word count: 4,573

Favorite Snippet:

“Hey bud, just a tip next time you want someone to help you this isn’t how to do it. You have to be pleasant not just cute.”

“Oh, hopefully there will not be a next time for once I have found my meaning or purpose I will not have to do it again.” 

End of Day Message: I didn’t reach the 1k goal for the day but that’s fine. Today I was able to really get the plot going in the story and maybe its too early but it’s still the 1st draft so I’m not stressed <3