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blue-eyed-author · 5 months
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Their laughter calmed. She smiled, staring up at him, her heart fluttering. He held her gaze. The world faded away. Everything became distant, leaving the two of them alone. She bit her lip, and he glanced down at it for a second.
He leaned down. Slow. Her stomach somersaulted, but she couldn't decide if it was from excitement or nerves.
He moved closer. His mouth parted. Soft breath hit her face. A second quick glance to her lips. He stared at her, his eyes asking for permission.
—excerpt from my original Wattpad novel, “Possibilities.”
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cassmouse · 10 months
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~MEET MY STORY WIP!~
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Since I've done a fair few posts on my WIP now, and plan to do more as I write, here's some info to help give context to some of the extracts!
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Title: This Side of Summer
Genre: YA wlw romance
Povs: Duel POV, and strictly first person
Length: I've planned at around 25 chapters for the first part alone, and I'm expecting I'll have many more! So no exact length planned yet
Summary: The story follows two girls coming to the end of their compulsory education: Colbie and Arica. Colbie has a perfectly comfortable and happy life in a small village in England, but has always longed for a love story of her own. Arica lives recklessly with low grades and loud, unapologetic friends, and attends the same school as Colbie. After Arica suffers yet another disappointment with a potential relationship, her friends bet that she can't keep a girlfriend for the whole of summer. Eager to prove them wrong, she carelessly walks up to an already-swooning Colbie who works at the coffee shop counter and flirts with her, deciding it should be easy enough. Colbie falls head over heels for her immediately, and eagerly lets herself get swept up in it all. The summer continues that way, with Arica slowly deciding she might want to stay with Colbie a little longer than just the summer. But after Colbie catches wind that it was all a lie, both of their lives as well as the story take a much darker turn.
Facts and other info about the story:
-Its divided into four sections, 'Summer' to begin with, followed by 'Autumn', 'Winter', and finally the epilogue will be 'Spring'
-This is my second lesbian romance story!
-I originally planned for the ending to be ambiguous, but it might change once I get there, who knows?
-I plan on going into much darker themes in the latter half of the story which I didn't talk much about in the summary (still writing the first half so the second seems so far away) but YEAH that's gonna go down
-I came up with the idea last summer, and only actually got round to writing it in autumn- and THEN didn't work on it for months on end so it's only started to pick back up recently
-Colbie's designated songs are Stormy Weather by Etta James and Put Your Records On by Corinne Bailey Rae, while Arica's are Standing Ovation by Little Simz and The Rain by Missy Elliot!
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And that's it for my WIP intro! Feel free to send me asks or advice about any of my writing, or about the characters (actually please do ask me about the characters I beg that will be fun) and thank you for any support!
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azenta · 5 months
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"If I offered you my hand, would you take it...?"
Soft like satin, her voice rose with a seducing offer. Few are the ones who could resist the tantalizing offer of an enchanter. I resisted and sprinted forward. It's just a reminder of why I believe this world shouldn't be.
-- ???, excerpt of lost text.
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myxpersonalxpoetry · 4 months
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She had died a good death. An honourable death. She had been granted one of the few luxuries the world may offer one, from time to time, without the usual awaiting repercussions. She had closed her eyes, and dreamed of memories long past, like standing on her father's shoes as he danced her around their small kitchen, filling the air with his loud laughter and smoke. Or, perhaps, her first kiss with a coal haired boy that tasted of sour sweets and rebellion in the lamppost light by her childhood home. Or maybe even the last time she kissed him, before he went away to fulfil the duty of men behind offices, who hid under pretentious names and made up titles. And when he died, they had called it honourable. The woman never did understand, to die before ones time in the name of someone else's war? it sounded more foolish than honourable to her. But she had dreamt, and remembered things she lost long ago, as she sighed and slipped sweetly into the embrace of death, like she were a child again, pretending to be asleep to be carried home from the car by her mother. When the nurse had found her the next day, she reported in a bittersweet tone, that the lady was wearing a smile as she laid there, motionless upon the bed. Not many had attended the funeral mind you, but it hardly mattered to her. As her coffin lay down, I couldn't help but notice, the kitte of pigeons crowded within a tree, watching. The moment people started to leave, they glided down, and in a quite peculiar fashion, bowed their head towards the headstone, and then flew off into the cloud covered sky. Say what you will of the creatures, but they are sociable in nature, and harmless when unprovoked. It was all very fitting if one would care to notice. She would have laughed, offered them some seed and insulted their greed all in one breath. Instead, i simply stood, with the firm soil below me softening from the mornings dew, and the wind slowly nudging me from the east. With the sun hiding his face in shame and the clouds growing darker ready to cry for another human soul. But it did not come. The earth dried up, and the sun came out, and the clouds saved their tears for a person who would perhaps find the irony in it. And then, I stood there longer. and longer. and longer.
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ignitesthestxrs · 5 months
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there's something about the way people talk about john gaius (incl the way the author writes him) that is like. so absent of any connection to te ao māori that it's really discomforting. like even in posts that acknowledge him as not being white, they still talk about him like a white, american leftist guy in a way that makes it clear people just AREN'T perceiving him as a māori man from aotearoa.
and it's just really serves to hammer home how powerful and pervasive whiteness and american hegemony is. because TLT is probably the single most Kiwi series in years to explode on the global stage, and all the things i find fraught about it as a pākehā woman reading a series by a pākehā author are illegible to a greater fandom of americans discoursing about whether or not memes are a valid way of portraying queer love.
idk the part of my brain that lights up every time i see a capital Z printed somewhere because of the New Zealand Mentioned??? instinct will always be proud of these books and muir. but i find myself caught in this midpoint of excitement and validation over my culture finding a place on the global stage, frustration at how kiwi humour and means of conveying emotion is misinterpreted or declared facile by an international audience, frustrated also by how that international audience runs the characters in this book through a filter of american whiteness before it bothers to interpret them, and ESPECIALLY frustrated by how muir has done a pretty middling job of portraying te ao māori and the māoriness of her characters, but tht conversation doesn't circulate in the same way* because a big part of the audience doesn't even realise the conversation is there to be had.
which is not to say that muir has done a huge glaring racism that non-kiwis haven't noticed or anything, but rather that there are very definitely things that she has done well, things that she has done poorly, things that she didn't think about in the first book that she has tacked on or expanded upon in the later books, that are all worthy of discussion and critique that can't happen when the popular posts that float past my dash are about how this indigenous man is 'guy who won't shut up about having gone to oxford'
*to be clear here, i'm not saying these conversations have never happened, just that in terms of like, ambient posts that float round my very dykey dash, the discussions and meta that circulate on this the lesbian social media, are overwhelmingly stripped of any connection to aotearoa in general, let alone te ao māori in specific. and because of the nature of american internet hegemony this just,,,isn't noticed, because how does a fish know it's in the ocean u know? i have seen discussions along these lines come up, and it's there if i specifically go looking for it, but it's not present in the bulk of tlt content that has its own circulatory life and i jut find that grim and a part of why the fandom is difficult to engage with.
#tlt#the locked tomb#i don't really have an answer lmao this is more#an expression of frustration and discomfort#over the way posts about john gaius seem to have very little connection to the background muir actually gave him#like you cant describe him as an educated leftist bisexual man#without INCLUDING that he is māori#that has an impact! that has weight and importance!#that is a background to every decision he makes#from the meat wall to the nuke to his relationship with the earth#and it also has weight and importance in the decisions that muir makes in writing him#it is not a neutral decision that he's known as john gaius lmao#it's not a neutral decision that the empire is explicitly of roman/latin extraction#it's not even neutral that this is a book about necromancy#it's certainly not a neutral fucking decision that john was at one point a māori man living in the bush#when the nz govt decided to send cops in#like that is a thing that happens here! that is a reference to nz cultural and political events that informs john's character and actions#and with the nature of who john is in the story#informs the narrative as a whole#and i think the tiresome part of this experience is that#in general#americans are not well positioned to understand that something might be being written from outside their experience as a default#like obviously many many americans in online leftist & queer spaces are willing to learn and take on new information#but so much of the conversation starts from a place of having to explain that forests exist to fish
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i think the actual disconnect between nie mingjue and jin guangyao is that nie mingjue is dying and knows he's dying and has to stick so so so closely to his morals and virtues or else it'll have been for nothing and then he'll have to come to terms with the fact that maybe he didn't actually have to die after all vs jin guangyao who wants to live, he wants to live and be safe and have all the things he was told he could never have-was told he was never good enough to have-and will do almost anything to make it so. and these are two like irreconcilable point of views right (and both Correct and Wrong at the same time) and so they can't understand each other because they aren't even having the same argument and neither of them can see that
#nie mingjue#jin guangyao#nieyao#it's good!!!#i think nmj never expected to survive the war against the wen too maybe so after he's both floundering and STILL dying#characters that didn't HAVE to die like that but did anyways because societal/family/narrative pressure etc >>>>>>>#⚰️#I've been told it's real sweet to grow old#i think there's also this disconnect between the two of them in the story as a whole re that steinberg quote i posted earlier about kleos#nostos (glory seeking vs home coming)#where jgy is the kleos or glory seeker and nmj SHOULD be the nostos (@#(and he IS to an extent) but also he ISNT because again he is dying-he knows hes dying you cant extract that from his character#and so there SHOULD be this conflict here from that but there just isnt because nmj isnt filling that role properly and i think that's part#of why jgy cant understand him#jgy is the kleos but nmj isnt a glory seeker (not outside of like the war and he's not doing that for glory etc) but he's also not nostos#he's theseus in the king must die#(sorry for referencing a bunch of shit in th tags pls pls pls ignore my rambling to myself about characters that are barely ever on page/#screen and so we can never actually fully contextualize them because we dont actually know them but oh boy oh boy can we try)#so like what does a guy who will (allegedly) give up anyone and anything domestic to gain/retain status do against a guy who otherwise#would be the opposite and unwilling/unable to sacrifice anyone for these things do when said guy does neither 🤷‍♀️#mine
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nikosgames · 1 year
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Short horror story:
No vanilla extract
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kedreeva · 1 year
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my partner is in the kitchen LOUDLY stabbing a knife into the sugar bin and I asked him why and he told me "because I need sugar" like an asshole and I said yes but WHY do you need sugar at 10am on a thursday, and he says "because I'm making syrup" and i told him carry on, and he returned to stabbing the sugar and then stopped and said "In a few minutes I'm going to ask you how much vanilla extract this needs, are you going to be able to handle that"
sir, no, absolutely not
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utilitycaster · 11 months
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I don't have anything smart to say about this as this is something I think I need to investigate and ruminate upon for a while, but I think most fandoms really do not handle stories about power - especially when protagonists are actively seeking it - well. It's a problem even in fandoms for stories that are explicitly about it (there are some fantastic Succession takes but also some deeply brain dead ones; I'm finding interesting discussion about The Ravening War to be drowned out by some truly idiotic shipping/blorbo-centric fanon; I am not in the GoT or ASoIaF fandoms but I've heard stories; it's an ongoing CR fandom issue). I think some of it is that a power struggle inherently rules out a lot of relationship headcanons and certainly kills fluff as a canon-compliant possibility. I think the other thing is, and I hate to bring this up constantly but it really is the most illustrative example, but the "Suvi without the imperialism" problem. I think people get so obsessed with narratives confirming their existing political/moral beliefs and latching on to the character who is Good and Correct that they forget that a lot of stories are about people who do complicated things and are tied into messy and problematic power structures, and how they respond. The story of the utopian commune is not actually a story unless it's secretly a dystopian commune. And that's not even getting to the idea of power as an abstract concept is neutral, and what you do with it is what's important. Anyway, as someone who loves stories about hierarchies and social structures and high fantasy chosen one narratives (which are, fundamentally, about being The Most Powerful) and the conflicts they engender this is very irritating because it just feels the fandom ignores 90% of the story as an unfortunate inconvenience.
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jessepinwheel · 10 days
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really unfair that I can write a really good in-depth outline of an epic story and it's a really good story that I would like to share with all my friends but to do that I have to actually write the story
why can't I just manifest the 700k story so I can read it
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martianbugsbunny · 7 months
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I don't love Alexsandr Kallus because he's some precious, perfect paragon of a man; that's not what he is. I love Alexsandr Kallus because he was absolutely horrible and he changed. He made amends. He uprooted literally his entire life out of remorse for what he'd done in the past and determination to do better in the future. He sacrificed everything he'd ever built because it was built on the pain and death of others and he didn't want that to be the sum of his life anymore. He went into a future where all he knew he could expect was to be hunted because he was once the hunter and he wanted to make up for it. He opened his damn eyes and he looked at what he'd done and he said this isn't right, I'm going to be different from now on if it kills me. I love Alexsandr Kallus because he changed.
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blue-eyed-author · 9 months
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"No problem." He smiled, and leaned back, stretching his arm across the back of the couch towards her. "By the way..." He left the sentence unfinished, and glanced down at her shirt, smirking.
She looked down at his dusty-yellow shirt that she wore. Looking up at him, smiling, she said, "It's mine now."
— “Possibilities” book quote. (Only on Wattpad)
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cassmouse · 17 days
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Okay a continuance of 'what original stuff is Cass working on atm' because I thought these bits were cool and since we're on the topic of me getting all dramatic and romantic about my own characters...
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azenta · 7 months
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"The neverending desire to possess you. The every subject of my thoughts. The consuming fantasy of your every move. The only obsession worth entertaining. You are my worst, yet favorite sin."
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Note: I do not own nor pretend ownership on any of the above pictures. Only the collage was made by me.
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dustballdrawsartwork · 6 months
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Just some more detailed drawings of mine. Hope you guys like it! :D
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attackoneyebrows · 1 year
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because things change when you realize not everything's about you
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