Writing so as not to be dead

A blog for writing, Sims, writing memes, and the stories in my head. I write horror, fantasy, and gothic fantasy. He/Him/31/possible changeling. Ask me about my ocs

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Writeblr Intro

He/Him/31. Bi(polar and sexual). I go by Les, which isn't my real name but that doesn't matter. I was previously Wolgerrswraith, but restarted my main to focus on my writing.

I write about elven princes escaping their futures, small towns in Florida haunted in the night, and houses with a preference for devouring gothic romance writers.

My main literary inspirations are Holly Black and Ray Bradbury, with some Stephen King mixed in for flavor. Some of my stories also dip into the Brother Grimm and Irish mythology, which is fine by me.

My current WIP (subject to change, updated when needed):

Sword Against Flame (Novella) (ongoing for the time being):

A two part fantasy novel, where an elf from a magical world of dragons and sorcery finds himself in Japan, circa 1869. Shin Redbriar must work with disgraced ronin Toshima Yagmura to defeat one of the fearsome monsters, before the period of reform becomes one of blood and fire. Part 1 is set in the fantasy world of elves and royal bastards, while part 2 picks up with Toshi in the Meiji Restoration as his world collides violently with Shin's thanks to misused magic.

Lost Boys Found (Hollyfield #3):

It wasn't Gary's fault. The gun went off during a typical stick 'em up robbery, and suddenly he's on the run in Florida at 2 am. Luckily, there's a burnt out mall for him to hide in, full of little nooks and crannies no cop would bother exploring.

Unfortunately, the mall is on the outskirts of Hollyfield, and it seems a group of kids got there first... kids that only come out at night.

If It Pleases The Court - A Faery Romance:

The four Courts of the Seasons live in different parts of the day, and generally do not meet unless they have to. Each court runs on its own rules and moral code, and no two are alike.

The iron hearted ruler of the Winter Court has imprisoned the only son of the Summer Queen, on grounds of trumped up charges of trespassing and treason.

For his part, the Summer Prince has caught the eye of the princess of Winter, and of course Summer and Winter can never meet without some sort of apocalypse...

If any of this sounds interesting, give me a follow: I love to run my mouth about my weird little oc guys, post nonfiction observations about random stuff, and pic spam my latest Sims nonsense.

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WIP Thursday Wednesday

Will I ever post these on the right day @gioia-writes-and-others ?

Probably not 😭

Anyways, from If It Pleases The Court:

The next prisoner was a young woman, her long hair gone prematurely gray during her time in the darkness. She had spoken up during a meeting of the court to protest the unfair treatment of the people, and my father had treated her to a cell for her troubles. "Did you speak to him today? Did you ask again?" she said, as I handed her a cup. Every day she asked for me to beg father for a pardon, but I hadn't the heart to tell her father didn't give pardons. Not for anyone, not any reason. I only had one meal left on my tray, a slightly depressing sign of how many people father had had executed this season alone. I used to make two or three trips to feed them all, now a single tray was enough to feed the scant few remaining in the frosty cells.

Tagging @moonandris @dyrewrites @dyoniawrites @thelittlewritingcat @write-with-will @writerabigailcooper

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Seven Sentence Sunday Wednesday

Tagged by @willtheweaver and it's late, as per usual 😅

From If It Pleases The Court:

"Hardly a blessing, just a comfort. I only wish I could do more for you all." "So you've said." His tone was even, revealing nothing. Exactly how I was taught to speak at Court, so no one could assume things by my emotions. Meaning this man wasn't just from the Summer Court… he was royalty. A frown crossed my lips, giving the young man pause mid bite of cheese. "Are you alright?" "I'm perfectly fine," I said, keeping my own tone even. Old habits died hard. "Enjoy your meal. I… don't know when I can get another to you." "I'm going to die down here," the man said simply. "I know I am."

Tagging @gioia-writes-and-others @orphanheirs @inadequatecowboy @kazzzistired @moonandris @gaslightwestern

[thecrumbez]

Happy Pride Month to those two women dancing together in the foreground of the boat scene in Godzilla (1954).

I’m sorry your romantic foibles were overshadowed by a big ass atomic lizard thing.

[erratic-dragon-fruit]

out of the tags with you

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Happy STS! What does or would your OC's YouTube feed look like? What kind of videos do they watch? Do they make any videos?

Honestly, none of them have youtubes in the stories I'm working on, but if they did:

Helena, the princess in If It Pleases The Court, would be into cleaning vlogs. The long kind where someone just shows you how to deep scrub, or what mix of products will get a stain out. She would also be into home cooking, learning how to do larger meals with simple ingredients.

Gary, from Lost Boys Found, would watch police cam footage, mostly to see if he knew anyone being arrested.

Not currently in a story, but Lestrain, my disaster elf prince, would do cover songs of pop music, and edit them so terribly the music drowned out the vocals. He would be convinced this was the height of music.

[leighlew3]

ALL. OF. THIS.

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Bitches be like ‘I’m so tired and sleepy’ and then stay up doing hyperfixtation shit for the next 5 hours

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Happy Storyteller Saturday!! Do your characters fit any archetypes of genre fiction (any genre)? Do any of them subvert an archetype? How are you utilizing or playing with genre conventions in terms of characterization? (For any of your projects!)

I'm slightly fitting my new story into a genre, and it's got a fixed ending thanks to that. I'm using the Romeo and Juliet framework, but I'm not changing the ending.

So I guess that's using the genre I chose fully 😅

The only way anything is subverted is the princess is a very blonde, pale thing, so you think she's super fragile and delicate, but she's out there hunting for sport, getting into bar fights, and refusing suitor after suitor in order to find the person she really loves. It's not much of a change, but it's something.

[isabellebissonrouthier]

im good at writing doomed homosexuals it seems

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Outline snapshot tag

Tagged by @willtheweaver

Outline for If It Please The Court, taken right from my notes. Also includes my fondness for colorful swearing when I'm mad at my own brain for not knowing how to plot.

Set up: The courts are based in the seasons, each one permanently at a different time of day. Eg, Fall court = sunset, Winter court = midnight

-Mc prince of Summer in Winter's dungeon

-Princess what'shertits falls in love with him

-Why is Winter so evil? Is that a thing? It worked for Holly Black

-Princess Dawn Rose Sarah Bitchface Helena

-Romance = death as per usual

-Fairies are assholes confirmed, that's the plot

Tagging @gioia-writes-and-others @orphanheirs @moonandris

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Last line tag

Tagged by @gioia-writes-and-others about *coughs* days ago for this.

So have one of the worst last lines ever! Sorry!

From Lost Boys Found:

"What the fuck?" I muttered. That was one really big ass rat if it was making that much of a racket.

Tagging @inadequatecowboy @no-relief-next-to-me @orphanheirs @write-with-will @diabolical-blue @seleneducky123sloene

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Six Twelve sentence tag

Thanks @gioia-writes-and-others

Since I've finally gotten some writing done, have twelve sentences apiece from my WIPs. Don't say I never did anything for you 😁

From Lost Boys Found:

I slammed my fist into the wall, wincing as the skin of my knuckles tore. Red smears marred the dusty wall, thin pain pricking me as I walked away from the ruined sign. The gun in one hand was heavy, the throbbing pain in the other keeping me distracted from any noises. Noises like the small footsteps behind me, which I only noticed when I'd gotten halfway down the second floor towards the bathrooms. They stopped a second too late for me to not noticed, then hurriedly pattered away when I turned to look. The moon, that fucking traitorous bitch, decided to sneak behind the clouds at that exact moment, throwing everything into murky shadow. I could barely see ten feet down the promenade, let alone if anyone was there. "Fuckin' rats," I muttered, trying to convince myself that's all it was. I mean, what else would be in this run down dump on purpose? The bathrooms were ahead, the damp smell of standing water and stale urine letting me know the men's room was a waste of time. The women's seemed fine, and even had a window letting in murky moonlight. I tried to wash up, but the water pressure was fucked, only a trickle coming from the tap. It was barely enough to scrub my knuckles clean, let alone wipe the blood off my face.

From If It Pleases The Court:

There was no light in the cell, not even a glimmer of the cold moon outside allowed to creep through the solid stone walls. The cell had been designed that way, to make sure not even the slightest bit of cool air could creep in and soothe anyone locked inside. Sitting in darkness, there was nothing to do but wait. Being alone with your thoughts for too long wasn't a good thing, and the mind deprived of any sort of stimuli soon sought a way to get some, no matter the cost. My mind decided the best way to seek some solace in isolation was to give me intense visions of my family, so real I had to constantly reach out just to assure myself no one else was there with me, that there was nothing for me to touch. "You've survived worse, my dove, you'll survive this," my mother's voice murmured. "Stay strong. You are of summer born blood," my father added. "Don't screw it up now, Feather," my older brother quipped, using a childhood nickname I hated. "It's only a few weeks." A few weeks. For simply taking a few steps into the Winter kingdom at the wrong time. "King Drake is insane," I muttered to no one in particular. "Yeah, obviously," a low voice cackled from the cell across the way. "What'cha gonna do about it now, sonny? He's got ya right where he wants ya."

Tagging @orphanheirs @moonandris @inadequatecowboy @cosmic-writes-novels @gaslightwestern none of whom have to do 12 lines, 6 is perfectly fine

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Music meme

Tagged by @willtheweaver for this one, but I'm not 100% sure I did it right. So here's a bunch of links to music related to my WIPs. And a few Spotify says are my top songs this month because fuck it.

For "Lost Boys Found":

For "If It Pleases The Court":

And some songs Spotify says I listen to a shit ton:

Tagging @gioia-writes-and-others @orphanheirs @inadequatecowboy @moonandris who will probably do a better job than I did

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Meanwhile, in my Sims save

Parent of the year. Babies just hang on like possoms, right?

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Sunday Wednesday snippet tag

Tagged by @willtheweaver for this, and it's not late, everyone else just post early. Or something.

Anyway, from Lost Boys Found

The escalator was beyond screwed, but I was able to climb it anyway. The second floor was a little more interesting in terms of variety, with a deserted pet store, a chain bookstore, a ratty looking toy place, and some kind of kinky adult novelty dump all in various degrees of decay along the balcony. Glass glimmered in the murky light tricking down from the skylights overhead. Most of the storefront windows were broken out up here, even more glass from the skylights making it impossible to walk without the crunch of broken shards beneath my feet. I didn't know where I was even going, it just felt safer to be away from the doors. The cop might've left, but there would be more once they found my car.

Tagging @gioia-writes-and-others @orphanheirs @inadequatecowboy @moonandris @diabolical-blue @no-relief-next-to-me @kazzzistired

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Thanks, autocorrect

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So anyway

I don't want anyone to think I've abandoned this blog or writing in general, but it's been 16 odd days since I actually posted anything, or did a tag game.

To be honest, I've been writing. I just delete all of it the next day.

I'm in a slump, and it's a two fold slump: I always have bad seasonal depression when the heat kicks in, and I can't seem to do anything/can't seem to find motivation to do anything. My writing feels like kindergarten bullshit, and I usually max at a couple sentences a week, if I'm lucky.

So, long story short, I'll be back. I'll be back this month if things go well. I'm working on the next Hollyfield, and a fae court story. I've put Sword Against Flame on a back burner, so I don't get angry at my own writing and delete the whole thing.

So yeah, watch this space I guess. Thanks for putting up with my nonsense, everyone!