#atlastracking

[musingsbycaitlin]

WIP Intro - The Greyhound Club, a novel

Hi, hello, welcome to another wip. I haven’t done one of these in ages but I finally have some new ideas thanks to uni.

The Greyhound Club is a science fiction, literary novel that follows lab tech Gwen as she uncovers the perhaps unsavoury and sinister goings on within the company she works for. Her role within the company is to help engineer and develop the science behind robotic, ai carers for the elderly or injured. However, is there something more to her job that she isn’t being told? And will the new hire she is charged with training help lead her to uncovering the truth behind it all? Who is the elusive and elitist Greyhound Club that consists of the ‘best’ employees from each department, and what do they really do to deserve all of those benefits? Does it have anything to do with Gwen’s experiments? What is the price for finding out the truth?

Genre: science fiction, literary, horror

Setting: undetermined city in England, 2026/a few years in the future

POV: first person, present tense

Status: initial drafting/planning

Vibes/Aesthetics: smog covered motorways, the sizzle of stubbing out a cigarette, a half-filled car park, drawing frowny faces on frosted windows, clicking of a mouse, Uncle Sam posters ripped in half, dead rose bushes, choking on a plastic bag, twisting an ankle, spit on concrete, the smell after rain, dew lined skin, stainless steel, half-fogged glasses.

Unfortunately I can’t post an extract here yet since the assignment is still ongoing but after the hand-in in May I will update with some extracts. But I’m really happy with this idea overall and I think the vibes are super different to things I’ve written before. I tend to go really bloody and gory with horror and the vibes usually have more colour and pigmentation, however with this one I really wanted to mute everything down to the minimum and see what I could extract from those small moments and what will arise from the nothingness. I have also never specifically set a story in England, where I’m from, and I found that so unusual since I have never been to America or any other place I seem to gravitate to when coming up with settings. So rainy England seemed a perfect change of pace. I’ve also been listening to a new album in order to help visualise and get in the headspace of the story more so if you want an even more explicit depiction of the vibes then listen to Kesha’s album, Gag Order.

I’m hoping to be doing small updates on this as I get further through the drafting process as part of my assignment (which is only 3000-3500 words) and try and be a bit more consistent on this one because I really see this going all the way. Idk, I might be delusional but a little doesn’t hurt.

If you have questions then please ask cos I love talking about my work and my characters and my vibes. Also if anyone has any comp titles that would be really appreciated cos I don’t read much sci-fi. And of course if you want to added to the taglist then please let me know.

Taglist:

@annlillyjose @dallonwrites @aesa @winterandwords @iannicellis @isherwoodj @writeouswriter

#hopefully i stick to this one #i really want to #hold me accountable please #writeblr #wip #wip intro #my writing #atlastracking #lit fic #scifi #science fiction #the greyhound club

[cuntylittlesalmon]

the matchbox boys — chapter 9

There was a time when I went to church every Sunday morning like my life depended on it. The worn old wood of the pews swallowed me whole and gave me a second home. When I closed the door to the confessional box, I was more myself than I would ever be, even when my heart rate spiked when Father Augustus asked if I had something else to share with him after I was done asking for forgiveness for my childhood lies and everyday fuck ups. There was nothing forgivable about telling another boy that I liked him when I was fifteen, because there was nothing to forgive.

My mom figured it out before me, I think. She didn’t say anything when I came home that day with a busted lip. She just pulled me into her bathroom and wordlessly clean me up. The cold rag she pressed against my mouth kept me grounded, and she told my dad that I tripped up the stairs. I don’t know if he believed us, but she crafted a new confessional box for me that day, with a wet rag and an easy lie.

Sometimes, I sit on the edge of the sink counter and stare at my mouth. Sometimes, I think I can still see the scar.

taglist below the cut

@isherwoodj @childhoodlovers @bakaree @lesjace @dallonm @pigeon-hold @rataltouille @avi-why @florraisons @chuchoters @mcximilians @themidnxghtwriter @moonhungers @starsprung @ryns-ramblings @shaded-radon @pepperdee @sageblogsthings @stormharbors @writeherewaiting @dahliaornelas @lefttigerobservation

#IM SORRY ITS BEEN LIKE A YEAR SINCE I DROPPED ANYTHING TMBB REALTED ICBGBNVMFKDS #i know you tumblr girlies love ur religious stuff. eat up darlings #wip: the matchbox boys #atlastracking #murdereddarlings #my work #my writing #me: yeah there’s no specifically denomination of christianity in this story bc i didn’t grow up in that kind of world #also me: sawyer goes to confessional #also tumblr i am going to murder your image autoresolution

[bookphobe]

and what are your hands used for? creation or destruction?

#1k #5k #10k #15k #a hands post by urs truly .. except it's not a compilation of hands + yearning but. the opposite ig #the quote is by a certain monster @ elsa #more pluto content comin soon !! this is just the Start <3 #moodboard #horror aesthetic #horror moodboard #dark moodboard #dark aesthetic #writeblr #atlastracking #writeblr community #myedit #pics not mine

[ziyin]

[image id: an image of a sky filled with long, thin blue and white clouds. “ZIYIN” is written in the middle in a tall, white, partially transparent font, while “a writeblr intro” is written in a smaller blue cursive font in its middle. /end id]

ZIYIN — a writeblr introduction

i’ve had this writeblr for nearly a year now and i still haven’t re-introduced myself yet, smh. welp, for the new year here’s me doing just that! 

ABOUT ME

hey, hi, hello, everyone! some of y’all may remember me by my old url @/writerlywonders, but for those who don’t: my name is judith, i’m a chinese-canadian recent university graduate in my 20′s with a full-time job (derogatory), and i go by she/her pronouns.  

ABOUT MY WRITING

i mainly write character-driven stories about extremely complicated people trying to survive life, their equally as complicated relationships with each other, more dysfunctional families than you can count, and almost no plot. if you dig those, you might like my works. 

(wips under the cut.)

MY WIPS:

(click on titles to access their intros) 

📘 A SUMMER IN MARIENGARD | coming of age family drama / backburner

Stuck at her aristocratic maternal relatives’ lavish Bavarian estate, 17 year old Nadine Arlt’s vacations are brutally interrupted by roiling familial tensions and an explosive secret.   

📘 ANNALS OF THE SEVEN | dark academia fantasy / active

Set in a Chinese-inspired fantasy world, Mo Siying, a grieving student attending a prestigious university, gets drawn into a dangerous world of demon slaying, otherworldly forces and volatile politics.   

📘 TEAMGEIST! | coming of age sports drama / active

The trials and tribulations of a Canadian women’s varsity soccer team, as they navigate matches, practices and the ache of growing up.  

(you can find a more extensive list of my wips here)

WHERE TO FIND ME?

main blog: @mellifluas​

pinterest: @mellifluas, same as my main blog

#atlastracking #projectsquareup #murdereddarlings #writeblr intro #writeblr #writers on tumblr #judith.txt

[goose-books]

D U O D E C I M A L ↳ a novella by max franciscovich

(image credit to tamanna rumee on unsplash)

Sixteen-year-old Marshall Gardner is 1) straight-laced, 2) exacting, 3) judgemental, and 4) perfectionistic. And below the surface, kept hidden from the rest of the world, he’s 5) controlled by his obsessions and compulsions, 6) fixated on the number twelve, 7) hopelessly in love with his best (only) friend, and 8) horrendously imperfect.

He’s also 9) universally disliked, 10) the self-made enemy of the former GSA president, 11) just a little too easy to trick, and 12) in trouble.

a story in twelve parts, ft. color symbolism, neurodivergent feelings, trans people, the “locked in a room with the person you hate” trope except it’s not enemies-to-lovers they just hate each other, & at least one ray bradbury reference.

AKA “the short story that got away from me and became 23k words,” AKA boy howdy have YOU ever wanted a twelfth night retelling that fully ignores the gayass love triangle that is the main appeal of twelfth night and focuses instead on the irrelevant background characters and their silly little subplot??? have i got the novella for you!

duodecimal is entirely free & being released in full!

all 23k words of it. links & content warnings under the cut.

general cws: alcohol issues, obsessions & compulsions, homo/transphobia (internalized & external), the mc attaching his entire sense of self-worth to school

cws by part:

IV: a brief suicide mention; a line that could be triggering for EDs because the mc makes himself vomit

XI: depiction of a panic attack

V, XI: vomit (not graphic)

[google docs link (commenting open, allowed, & encouraged!)]

[if you’d prefer the story in PDF or EPUB format, find the folder link here!]

[playlist, vetted to contain exactly 12 songs (warning for the d slur used in the cover image lmfao)]

[and, as a bonus, here’s marshall’s on-repeat playlist]

edit 6/26/22: now featuring commentary!

thank you for reading!

#max.txt #duodecimal tag #atlastracking #i'm absolutely sure there is a typo or mistake hiding somewhere in this post that i will discover later and rage about #but i've been staring at the post button for like ten minutes so here goes i guess. #the target audience of this one is me but you should read it anyway because i like how it came out.

[florraisons]

A Whisper in the Clockwork: A WIP Introduction

Fritz hated the pitying tone, the way the archivist looked at him so worriedly. It was as if they were worried simply talking about missing people would break him. And maybe what he hated more was that they were right, that he’d been sick the first time he’d gone back there and seen Florence’s name added to the records: a paper-thin file that boiled his sister down to her barest essentials.

genre ↠ high fantasy (steampunk)  

content warnings ↠ missing persons (found dead)

summary ↠ 

The Institute is not an easy place to live, and it is an even harder one to leave. Its shifting hallways bury and reveal secrets in turn, and no one is permitted on or off the island without written permission. It is a place for secrets; a place where discoveries are made and buried, and someone is always watching.

When Fritz Everhart invents a machine that amplifies the voices of the dead, he is looking only for one ghost: his sister Florence, who went missing shortly before she was found dead. Instead, he finds secret after secret, and the deeper he ventures into the Institute, the harder it becomes to find his way back out. 

characters ↠

Fritz Everhart: inventor; brilliant and not afraid to own it; arthritic; used to be optimistic, but he seems to have lost the rose-tinted glasses since Florence turned up dead; seeking a purpose, and hoping desperately that if he can talk to Florence just one more time, she’ll be able to tell him what comes next 

Edith Fowler: medic; the last person to see Fritz’s sister and her girlfriend; steady hands but a shaking heart underneath; loves what she does but doesn’t know if what she wants to do aligns with what the Institute wants from her anymore 

Léo Esperanza: archivist; remembers far more than he should; responsible for keeping the Institute’s records but what he really wants is its secrets; the only person who knew Fritz and Florence before the Institute

taglist under the cut (ask to be +/-)

a whisper in the clockwork  ↠ @aphaimaniis @ziyin @isherwoodj @ryns-ramblings @stormharbors @goose-books @thevampireconcept​

#atlastracking #wtwcommunity #original writing #wip: a whisper in the clockwork #wip: awitc

[rataltouille]

[start id / a photo of a bronze-coloured statue on a brown background facing a golden globe of yellow-white light. over the image, in serif font, is the text “a million homes and none of them is yours” / end id]

A MILLION HOMES AND NONE OF THEM IS YOURS: WIP INTRO

[this is my original work, do not use / repurpose / plagiarise in any form]

GENRE: literary fiction with speculative elements / fabulism [aka a Vibe]

SETTING: south india / a weird other dimension.

FORM: second-person pov, present tense. told in vignettes that are sometimes poems, sometimes recipes, sometimes full scenes and sometimes a single chunk of fancy description.

STAGE: drafting. expected wc: 30k.

TONE: harsh, quiet, seething.

THEMES + AESTHETICS: girlhood vs motherhood, freedom, fear of change, the feeling of missing something you’ve never experienced. red lights, nights with no moon, dimly lit motel rooms, reaching for something and finding only air, dust hanging in abandoned rooms, endless roads, dark forests, silence.

CONTENT WARNING: toxic relationships, intense discussions of motherhood and pregnancy, violent thoughts and mentions of death.

SYNOPSIS:

When a young college student returns to her hometown on her mother’s request, she doesn’t expect to stay long, doesn’t expect to be wanted back permanently, doesn’t expect her mother to be freshly pregnant and doesn't expect to learn that her father has been dead for days—her mother selfishly keeping the news from her. Mid-confrontation, the earth below their feet splits open and the two find themselves in a strange, red-tinted world with eerie sounds and skies with no suns. With a mere two weeks left until the mother’s child is due, the two must work together to navigate their way out and back home, whether it knits them closer or cleaves them apart.

aka what i refer to as “mommy issues: the novella”

CHARACTERS:

[start id / a collage of three pictures placed horizontally next to each other. first image is a shot of two hands reaching for each other against a grey backdrop; second image is plain white with black serif text that reads “the daughter”; third image is a shot of a city at night with silhouette of buildings, the central building illuminated in golden lights / end id]

THE DAUGHTER

our second person narrator!

tfw when you think you’re the shit but also you hate yourself

moral compass is messed up oops [understatement]

all she wants is stability in life but life said fuck you babe

don’t think she sleeps for more than three hours a day actually

is a med student! decided she’d be working to be an obstetrician because it ties in with motherhood and i’m pretentious like that

mitski album of her life is be the cowboy

[start id / a collage of three pictures placed horizontally next to each other. first image is a shot of someone’s hands on a windowsill looking at a sparse garden; second image is plain white with black serif text that reads “the mother”; third image is a shot of a road at night with parked cars and yellow lamposts / end id]

THE MOTHER

that one judgemental aunt in your family

why?? does she keep lying??? for what joy??? i’d love to know

no chill whatsoever but this def runs in the family

does she actually know she’s a person whose actions have consequences? idk, she makes good food though

accidentally started associating her with crabs after drafting this one scene and it is such an image to live with actually

aggressively atheist [we stan]

mitski album of her life is lush

[start id / a photo of a woman standing in a dark room facing a beam of light that illuminates the top half of her face. over the image, in serif font, is the text “You’re both so similar that it prickles. You know she thought you an anchor. You know she needs to touch skin to believe she’s real. You know she’s just as lonely as you. You hope.” / end id]

AN EXCERPT: She almost smiles at you. You almost smile back. You don’t remember when you stopped making jokes out of everything or when she stopped laughing at them, don’t remember when you started pushing limits to see how far you’re truly allowed to reach, to snap, to be, and when she started letting you, started seeing you as another body in her house, started thinking of you in portions rather than person, started touching her neck and face and heart on Sunday mornings with the curtains still up and the windows still whispering from the night draft to convince herself that at least she’s a real. You’re both so similar that it prickles. You know she thought you an anchor. You know she needs to touch skin to believe she’s real. You know she’s just as lonely as you. You hope.

and that’s all for now!! i literally impulse started this wip a month ago and it’s been super fun because the only rules here were that there were no rules and the story can suck as much as i want, which is something my perfectionist brain really needs. here’s the tag for everything about this project and here’s the playlist. you can send me an ask if you’d like to be added to my taglist !

#wip intro #am writing #writeblr #wtwcommunity #atlastracking #ofcolourtracking #crabappletracking #kinda popped off with the graphics ngl #the way i’ve been using canva for five years and didn't know i could use two colours in the same textbox. unbelievable. #also fun fact: i didn't use garamond!! ikr what a surprise. i wanted to use my fave font which is actually georgia #but i couldn't find it so i used cardo! which is actually like super neat #a million homes and none of them is yours

[dallonm-archive]

[image description: a pale photograph of a cliffs edge and the ocean, with clouds in the background. there’s a separate stack of rocks further from the shore. in the centre, in a white serif font reads “i am made of indigo”. /end id]

I Am Made Of Indigo

In the summer following his Uni graduation, Jude, a trans man, tries to grapple with being closeted whilst falling into a pseudo-maternal role for his younger half-sister - as he also spends the summer with Cyrus, the only other queer person he knows in their tight-knit, tiny coastal town.

Genre: literary adult

POV: first person retrospective, single POV

Setting: a fictional coastal town, UK

Status: brainstorming

Deals with: girlhood, sisterhood and how the two coincide with transmasculinity | navigating romance whilst trans | bad parental relationships | being queer and closeted | the absolute shitshow that's being in your early twenties and recently graduated and realising you have The Rest Of Your Life

Tone: hushed | fragile | fuzzy | slow

Aesthetics: cloudy beaches | fossils | bonfires | rock pools | misty mornings | saltwater | overgrown gardens | sleeping in cars | fleet foxes and sufjan stevens lol

Content warnings: transphobia, gender dysphoria, misogyny, parental death, mental illness, ableism

Cyrus has bulb-shaped fairy lights across his desk that flicker like the wings of a dying moth, but he keeps them up because he likes how they look in the sunlight. Cyrus sneaks cake batter and says he didn’t even though it kisses the corners of his lips. Cyrus fiddles with his beaded bracelet when he’s nervous. Cyrus has a moon-shaped reading lamp that he forgets to turn off. Cyrus will wake with dawn even if he falls asleep at two, three, four in the morning. Cyrus’ favourite colour is turquoise and his favourite flavour is cherry and his favourite season is summer and his favourite planet is Neptune. Cyrus says he doesn’t understand poetry but when I asked him why he chose his name he said he wanted to pocket a piece of sunlight even after the day is swallowed by the night.

[image description: a cropped photograph of the end of a rainbow above the ocean, with seven birds flying in front. /end id]

Jude

he/him. 21. pov narrator.

likes fossils :)

he's kinda convinced he's a ghost

"just found out i'm an adult. what the fuck is up with that."

is literally. so Tired.

existential crisis! in the grocery store

this fucker took two whole months to name <3 i stole this one from roman thank you bestie :)

Cyrus

he/him. 20. sunshine oc :)

autistic so automatically the best character

had a special interest in space when he was a kid and now he has an astronomy degree

picks rainbow road in mario kart

tried to bleach his hair and it turned orange and he's just embracing it

didn't realise his childhood was traumatic til he grew up and now he's like 🧍

Adele

she/her, 7. jude's half-sister (they share a father)

she likes frogs and long division and animal bones :)

wants to live in the woods?

recently found out what death is and honestly she's not a fan

[image description: a cropped photograph of the end of a rainbow above the ocean, with seven birds flying in front. /end id]

hehe so this novel has been consuming me for the last two months and I simply could not end pride month without talking about it (also my friends have been threatening me to post this intro for two months LOL). This is my "I'm trans and I need to cope" novel where I want it to be an honest take on what it's like to be trans, but ultimately uplift trans voices. Originally this was just going to be a trans MLM romance between Jude and Cyrus, who create a safe space after coming out to each other as trans. And it still is! But I didn't expect to be so moved by the relationship between Jude and his half-sister. When Adele's mother (and Jude's step-mother) dies, Jude quickly realises that not only is Adele looking towards him for a maternal figure, but also that he's the only adult looking out for her. And whilst she means the world to him, he has to navigate that alongside his closeted trans identity. I do think this is an important element because, trans men are men, but most of us grew up experiencing girlhood and misogyny and its impacts - it can be very confusing to think about that after you realise you're trans, but it's not something I see talked about a lot. Like, the way I see it is I am not a woman but the world saw me as a girl, and that profoundly impacted how I grew up. And whilst this parental role clashes with his identity at the start, I think it'll be important for Jude to be able to process his relationship with girlhood through Adele's experience of it, and hopefully he can reach a point where that's in harmony with his transness.

And I'm excited to see how all of that works alongside Jude's relationship with Cyrus! I don't know where their relationship is gonna go but I know they are going to :) fall in love :). Cyrus is literally one of the sweetest characters I've ever made and I cannot wait to show more of him. He is just pure joy. The romance is def there but like, very delicate and hushed. Cyrus is like "hey what if we....just ran away because we are the only people that actually exist?" and Jude is like "Idk how to tell you I kinda adopted a child but so true"

As with Every Single Novel Of Mine this is very plot-light but this one will be the "slowest" of all of them. I think this might be my vignette era cause I can't see the book written in any way other than a series of small, breezy scenes that intertwine as the story progresses. My priority is finishing Revelations, Revelations so I'm not sure when I'll draft this properly, but it's slowly coming together. I have one taglist for all my wips, so if you'd like updates on this then feel free to ask to join it!

#i am having a i dont wanna be perceived moment but this is for my friends so <3 happy pride #wip intro #i am made of indigo #atlastracking #okay.....back into my Nest

[sasukeisawake]

BURNISH, BURN ; a short story by Ari B. 

IMAGES: Masaan, dir. Neeraj Ghaywan (2015) / Cero Umano, Gorche (2013)

length: 2.5k words / 10 minute read

warnings: period typical racism, colonial violence, alcohol mention 

themes: colonization of the mind, identity and belonging, language 

further notes: she’s back!! i have a real soft spot for this short story, what with it being one of the only completed works i have in my roster fjalkfjd. it’s a loose retelling of wuthering heights featuring a south asian heathcliff (since the original text heavily implies that he’s a man of colour). i hope that you all enjoy reading (or re-reading) this, and i’d love to know what you think of it! 

(click the above link to read on medium!)

#my writing #story: burnish burn #short story #original fiction #writeblr #writers on tumblr #spilled ink #wuthering heights #postcolonial fiction #wtwcommunity #atlastracking #writers of colour #wocwriters #probably gnna start re-uploading a lot of my old favourite pieces over the next few days heheheh :>

[sageblogsthings]

WRITEBLR RE-INTRO // KIT FENMORE

hi there! i'm kit (they/he) and sometimes i attempt this wonderful thing called writing! i've had my writeblr for about a year now, but i realized that my last intro post was really outdated and i've gained some followers recently so i thought i'd make a new one! :)

about me

i'm 22! i just graduated with a B.S. in biological sciences, a B.A. in philosophy, and a minor in environmental studies. i'm currently in the process of applying to PhD programs to study something in the realm of ecotoxicology, bioremediation, and biophysics. if you ever have science questions for worldbuilding purposes or anything, feel free to reach out! i can and will take any excuse to out myself as a massive nerd lol

my favorite things in life are my cats, art, the forest, and blasting music in my car at a volume that would make my audiologist irate <3

about my writing

i mostly write speculative fiction, including high fantasy, sci-fi, paranormal/horror, and occasionally low fantasy. i do plan to branch out into literary fiction, and some of my friends have described my writing style currently as literary fiction-inspired speculative fiction (i lowkey know nothing about genre conventions but i trust them lol)

themes commonly covered in my wips include:

found family + religious trauma + morality and moral ambiguity + redemption + good, evil, and the in-between + humanity and what defines it + grief + hope + healing despite all the odds being stacked against you

current projects

(the titles of each link to the wip intro posts for them)

The Crimson Moon | novel | high fantasy + epic adventure

While escaping prison in the capital city of Aemorn, Vanna Landry discovers illegal rituals penned by the ruler of the capital -- Grand Aetas Verena herself. Rituals which could distort the very Pillars of Time, destroying the timeline that the Time Magisters work so hard to protect. While everyone else seems determined to figure out how to stop Verena, Vanna is more curious as to why she's doing this in the first place. With time running out and questions piling up, Vanna must find answers quickly if they are going to find them at all -- but there's no guarantee that they'll like what they discover.

The Fateweaver | novel | high fantasy mystery + possibly IF

When The Calix -- an immortal being summoned by ripples in the fabric of reality -- wakes with fragmented and quickly deteriorating memories, it soon becomes clear that their memories are not being lost but stolen. The only chance of getting them back is to work with a group that promises to help them, but which could just as easily be responsible for the loss of their memories in the first place. As their memories continue to fade, The Calix must determine who stole them and why, before they lose themself and unravel the very reality they were meant to uphold.

The Persistence Effect | novella | psychological horror + tragedy

When Cain is cursed by the Ancient Ones, he is tormented by visions involving the only person he has ever loved. When they die, the visions die with them. But then they come back; starting a vicious cycle that will continue until Cain's curse is complete, and he becomes one of the Ancient Ones he so despises. Maybe he can break the curse, shed the ouroboros of grief and loss that's wrapped itself around him. But sometimes pain is palliative, and sometimes you can't remember what you saw in the mirror before the monster stared back at you.

other projects

Annals of the Anathemata - this is a collection of short stories following characters representative of the five elements (fire, water, earth, air, and aether) as they struggle against an oppressive religious system, and discover a plot which inextricably binds all of them. currently, i've finished about two and a half of the five stories in this collection.

Short Stories - i write short stories from time to time and release them on my discord server! i probably won't talk about them much here because i do intend to (hopefully) publish some of them.

I also have multiple other wips that i'm very excited about, but which are currently on the back-burner while i focus on tcm and the fateweaver! if you're interested in hearing about them though, check out my discord server! ;p

come chat with me!

feel free to dm me, send me asks, or tag me in things! i can be a bit slow to respond to asks so if you're looking for a quicker response time dm's are definitely the way to go

my discord server: if you are interested in learning more about any of my projects, or reading some of the short stories I've written, feel free to dm me for a link to my discord server! It's very cozy and chaotic over there :)

other social media: i'm not too active on either of these, but i have a wattpad (kitwritesthings) and an art instagram (kitdrawsthings). my insta will become more active once i open up commissions again! <3

~ dividers by @firefly-graphics ~

image description below the cut

[header image description]

the background is a photograph of moss, with shades of green ranging from deep emerald to virescent shamrock. golden text in the center of the image reads "kit fenmore," and is surrounding by a golden border with leaves sprouting from each corner.

#writeblr intro #kit chats #writeblr #atlastracking #writers on tumblr #writeblr introduction

[musingsbycaitlin]

so it’s that time again where I have to write many a shot story for my degree and once again cannot write a fucking thing.

I’m currently working on a short story which follows a journalist experiencing the cults that have formed after a television host murders his wife on live television in the mid 1980s. it’s such a cool idea in my opinion but I am finding it soooo hard to take it further than the first two paragraphs! SOMEONE HELP ME!!

#atlastracking #my writing #short story #writing degree vibes

[cuntylittlesalmon]

[id: a photo of a half-peeled clementine on a black background. above it in a white serif font reads “stillwater” and in an orange cursive font reads “stillwater”. at the bottom of the image in a white serif font reads “r.v.k. allen” with an orange wave pattern at the very bottom. /end id]

- STILLWATER -

genre young adult // southern gothic horror

status drafting

pov / tense first person, single pov // past tense

expected word count 70000

themes grief | healing | survivor’s guilt | classism | misogyny

trigger warnings graphic depictions of death, drowning, severe mental illness, on-page suicide, underage drinking and smoking, drug use, homophobia/lesbophobia

aesthetics a refreshing swim during a heatwave, gas stations at two in the morning, sitting on a bed with someone you care about while you can hear loud music playing in the other room at a party, the numbness of too much grief, the crushing feeling of being a second too slow

- CHARACTERS -

C.J. Bates - a 17 year old goth girl full of bad decisions and cigarette smoke ;; lesbian ;; whether or not the dead people following her around are actual ghosts or just the manifestation of her own guilt has yet to be determined

Wynona Johnson - an 18 year old who holds to title of that other goth girl in town with pride ;; lesbian ;; way to caring for her own good, and it ends with her being best friends with someone who’d drive their own truck into the lake if it meant finally getting a quiet night

Austin Greaves - a 17 year old blue haired manic pixie dream boy ;; gay ;; honestly, he’s just trying his best in a world that’s been sucking his soul dry since day one

Levi Edwards - an 18 year old with a sharp tongue and a soft heart ;; bisexual ;; he doesn’t really care for most of the people in his life, but he won’t leave them cause the alternative is much more terrifying

Mara Harding - a 19 year old mom friend by force, and she makes it everyone’s problem ;; ??? ;; she’ll back up anyone who needs it, but don’t worry, she’ll only hold it over their head forever

- ABOUT -

>> It’s three weeks until the end of senior year, the hot rich girl’s birthday party is that night, and all CJ can think about is how great it’ll feel when she finally hops in her truck and leaves this shithole of a town behind. That is, until the hot rich girl is found face-down in the lake the next morning, and CJ starts seeing her everywhere.

when i shared the preemptive outline with a friend, they said (and i quote) “this is really fucked up”. so, there’s that! i’m currently pitching it as summer sons x the haunting of bly manor but if the setting was in georgia and the awful, centuries old spirit leaves it up to her victims so she doesn’t get her own hands dirty.

there’s lots of self-indulgent scenes in the water cause i really, really like describing water, and also a main sapphic romance arc because i cannot be stopped <3

taglist below the cut! ask to be +/-

@childhoodlovers @happyorogeny @stormharbors @chazzawrites @birdywrote @mcximilians @dauntlessshadowice1 @snowinks @butterfly-tteeth @loverofallthingssmart

#lmao i’m posting this after having 0 hours of sleep so if it’s weird…that’s why ! #atlastracking #murdereddarlings #wip: stillwater #writeblr #writerblr #writblr #wip intro #edit: i say romance arc but rlly. they kiss a few times and when wynnie confesses cj tells her Not Right Now Please

[bookphobe]

PLUTO AS AN IMAGINED NETFLIX SERIES + (PARTS OF) TITLE CARD

tina can you please actually write instead of avoiding it by making graphics and daydreaming did anyone hear something?? no ?? ok good.. anyway... ive been seeing amazing netflix mockups of wips lately and decided to give it a try for pluto!

read below the cut for more info + taglist !

template i used for the netflix bits here. & if anyone's curious, the font i used for 'Pluto' is called NoMark

Here is pluto: the netflix series!!!!!!!!!! everyone close their eyes and imagine it... and pretend it's there and that it's good. okay. alright. i imagine the title card & credits bit to be more sophisticated- that's only a rough idea of how i imagined it hehe. writing scripts for shows & film is actually one of my writing dreams! visual media has been something i digest much easier than novels nowadays (just stating facts 😔 creating this blog is a part of my process of trying to get back into reading and Literature in general) and while things like shot composition and other aspects of filmmaking i'm less knowledgeable on, screenplays i find really interesting

Episode List

1. MORSE — Javi takes in a runaway. A young writer recounts his harrowing ordeal following his recent arrival to the town of Fell Island.

2. SWALLOW'S EDGE — Elsa adjusts to her new life, but her past keeps a tight grip. An experienced hiker finds themselves in a rocky situation.

3. WHAT'S IN A NAME — An odd presence visits the diner. A park ranger investigates a rumour surrounding the woods.

4. WONDERLAND — A chance discovery makes Javi question his decision. A determined mother shares her story and searches for her missing daughter.

5. FROM THE WOODS — Elsa tries to get closer to Nico, but her intentions are not what he thinks they are. Cosette puzzles over what she saw.

tv pluto is a bit different than book pluto in that book pluto is, in my head, much shorter than how i imagine tv pluto to be (about 2 seasons, 8-12 eps max?? 😗), and so there would def be more content added that focus on the interpersonal reationships in tv pluto. things like storylines etc would have to be shuffled around & adjusted as well because tv and word are different mediums after all. also pluto employs the framing device - there's an outer story, concerning the customers & employees, human and non-human (wink wonk), and then they spill their tales, the inner stories; the idea of exploring that concept on tv pluto, especially with the added advantage of visuals, is cool!! and ,,, a little bit ambitious tbh since the outer story is also complex-if not more-than the inner stories. that being said the tales told during the episodes are pretty short and won't take too much of the episode time so actually hmm there'll be enough room for everything i imagine. the show would have the same vibes as these images

(CURSED™️). lots of scenes would b framed as if you were just looking in, a bystander watching these people, or watching thru the pov of the town itself as it watches its organisms' every move. notable songs in this soundtrack (i will post a link to the spotify playlist soon 🤪🤪) include strange fruit by billie holliday, and you are my sunshine, sung by johnny cash (after seeing annabelle: creation that song has not ceased in reminding me of demons LMAO). i'm a big fan of innocuous enough songs being turned into songs being paired w things that r the complete opposite of its original vibe u kno it's so Unsettling

❤️ pluto taglist @carlyiswriting @berinswriting @nightmares-and-fireflies @aetherwrites @oasis-of-you @odysseywritings @haldimilks @chloeswords @isherwoodj @avi-burton-writing @themillionthdraft @ryns-ramblings @kitblogsthings @writingbyjillian @pamsdrabbles @piyawrites @bijouxs @ravens-and-rivers @spencers-tomes

#i imagine... a show would work too for tsonr #as for gods returned #if GR were to turn into a show it'd be animated definitely #atla-style or netflix's castlevania-style #wip: pluto #netflix #myedit #writeblr community #atlastracking #etherealcove #writing #writeblr

[ziyin]

[image id: a grainy, saturated photo of soccer players running across a green field as a single projector shines above them. the background is dark but for some small orange and blue lights behind the players. “TEAMGEIST!” is written in a bold white font, while “a wip intro” is written under it in a smaller front. /end id]

TEAMGEIST! - a wip intro

I learned all about life with a ball at my feet. - Ronaldinho.

GENRE: coming of age | sports drama | (mild) family drama    

STATUS: outlining 

POV: 3rd person past, multiple  

THEMES: passion | fitting in | found family | grief | obsession   

CONTENT WARNINGS: sports-typical violence | unhealthy family dynamics | depictions of grief | brief unreality | implied racism   

SYNOPSIS:

St-Cecil College, home to one of Canada's foremost women's varsity soccer teams, is about to greet new faces in the person of Amy Xu. Cheerful and talented, she seems the perfect addition to a strong squad...although she harbors that a secret that might eat her alive.

Through the eyes of Amy, talented but troubled captain Sloane Dellard and long-suffering goalkeeper Mel Greene, can the team survive the trials and tribulations of varsity soccer, exams and the ache of growing up?

(characters + taglist under the cut)

CHARACTERS:

Amy Xu (19 | she/her | forward)  — the team’s newest addition, the preternaturally gifted, perpetually cheerful Amy believes life happens like a sports anime...until reality tells her otherwise. 

Sloane Dellard (19 | she/her | midfielder) — the team’s hardnosed captain, Sloane will do anything to win, primal rage, abysmal home life, and mommy issues be damned.  

Melinda “Mel” Greene (19 | she/her | goalkeeper) — Sloane’s vice-captain and go-to goalkeeper of the team, Mel has dedicated her entire varsity career to mediating between her teammates, even if it means draining herself to nothing.

TAGLIST (ask to be +/-): 

@swordglint, @thevampireconcept, @birdywrote, @ryns-ramblings​, @childhoodlovers, @isherwoodj​, @mcximilians​, @stormharbors​, @svpphicwrites, @rataltouille, @dallonm

#atlastracking #projectsquareup #murdereddarlings #writeblr #wip introduction #amwriting #wip: teamgeist! #my outline is a massive dumpster fire with more holes than swiss cheese but..... *throws this into the void* #pls forgive the crappy writing it’s Extremely Obvious i’m out of practice

[goose-books]

NANO UPDATE 11/14/21

i know i’ve been a little quiet about my nano progress over here, but i’m working on godsong’s three intertwining plotlines one at a time, and i have officially finished the first -- that being the plotline belonging to a gladiator named spades and the revolution rising in her just-but-merciless city. AKA “spadesplot,” AKA “regicide plotline,” AKA “okay come on it’s just julius caesar if everyone was a woman and caesar was specifically a milf”

spadesplot clocks in at 8 chapters and roughly 36k. tomorrow i embark on annaplot, which... is going to be, like, twice as long. oh well. anyway, celebratory spades & vulpa moodboard. a dream team can be a gladiator with an incredible amount of identity conflict and her misanthropic PR manager / gay lover / ruthless enabler

Vulpa hummed noncommittally. After a beat: “You’re a good person, Spades.”

Spades, eyebrow arched, held up her hand to show the smear of blood still arcing along her thumb.

Vulpa waved smoke out of their eyes. “Oh, don’t make me go on about it, that’s not modest of you. I mean you have a sense of justice. The real sort. Justice and honor.”

“Oh, gods, where’s this headed?”

“Where this is headed,” Vulpa said through their teeth, finally looking her in the eyes, “is that this isn’t right, and I know you agree with me.”

Now that they were looking at her, she found she could have done without their gaze: narrow flinty eyes, sharp as a dagger’s edge. It had been many, many years since the two of them had had to worry about money. Spades had bled for that. But Vulpa had never quite lost the look they’d had those first few years, when they’d both lived with their stomachs scraping their spines, praying away the emptiness, their headaches from squinting for hours at debt calculations, her battered-bone soreness. They still had the hunger about them, the coldness, the cunning. Their stare set people like Carron’s followers on edge; the hard lines of their face reminded people that foxes bit when they were cornered. Spades had met them as a newcomer to Farria, but even then they’d worn gloves — rattier, thinner, uglier gloves — to hide the knobbly bulges of pickpocketing fingers broken many times over. Maybe, Spades thought sometimes, the hunger had been in them long before this city.

Perhaps she didn’t want their opinion on the festival after all.

#max.txt #nano2021 #godsong tag #atlastracking #ask to tag for any of this but mostly #blood / #anyway sometimes retelling shakespeare plays (however loosely) involves playing a mental bingo board of #'which famous lines can i check off but less like i'm stealing the line and more like i am giving the original text a knowing nod' #actually i don't know that the line in question is 'famous' but whatever. #these two have a bizarre dynamic and at least one person dies as a direct result. #cinquedea spades #vanya vulpa

[florraisons]

[image description: a picture of bare trees covered in snow, with snow falling in the background. in the middle, a white garamond font on top of a blue-grey rectangle reads “phantom strings” in lower case. /end id]

phantom strings: a wip introduction

The ghost appeared in the blink of an eye, flickering into existence a few feet ahead of Isaac. She did not say what she wanted, not yet, only grinned at him with unmistakable malice. Isaac squeezed his eyes shut, but when he opened them again, she was still there. He should have stuck with Gideon. 

genre  ↠ fantasy, mystery

status  ↠ planning; I had half a first draft written but I decided to start over and make major changes to the plot 

content warnings  ↠ death; gaslighting (by a professor to a student) 

summary  ↠ 

In the first week of summer vacation, Isaac Lockswood almost dies. In the second week of summer vacation, he starts to see ghosts. As Isaac and his friends investigate the reasons behind his new power and try to find the killer, they realize that there is more lurking beneath the surface of their beloved college than they first realized. 

characters  ↠

Isaac ↠ 21; winter magic; creative writing major; can talk to and see ghosts 

Gideon ↠ 21; summer magic; violin performance major; spirit medium

Lorelei ↠ 21; spring magic; ballet major

August ↠ 21; autumn magic; creative writing major

taglist under the cut (ask to be +/-) 

phantom strings ↠ @spencers-tomes​ @dallonswords​ @isherwoodj​ @ryns-ramblings​ @kitblogsthings​ @aetherwrites​ @bijouxs​ @aphaimaniis​ @alicewestwater​, @ziyin​

#atlastracking #wip intro #wtwcommunity #writeblr #story introduction #wip: phantom strings