#ofcolourtracking

[ambrosiaiswriting]

MAHARANI ♕ AN EXCERPT

spoiler alert! all is not well with our two lovebirds

A/N: hello! i’ve been writing a lot recently, here’s a favorite with no context. most of what i’ve written has been from manthara’s pov actually so here’s something from lalitha’s. i need to start writing my girls equally but manthara is so much fun! i’ll probably post something of hers soon. see u next time!

transcript under the cut!

TRANSCRIPT:

And then Nirav. Stupid, beautiful Nirav at the next stall, rummaging through a box of some fruit and entirely unaware of the intensity at which the axis of his world has shifted. His hair is shining yet imperfect with tufts sticking out like it always does when he keeps running his fingers through it. His skin glints in the sunshine, delicate and teasing, and the back of his shirt sticks to his back. He’s humming. Lalitha can see the apple of this throat bobbing up and down like a bottle tossed aside in the ocean, and she knows it is likely some intricate piece meant for the nimble strings of a veena or violin rather than his voice, but he will hum it anyway, hitting every note. She liked it when he hummed, the notes melting like honey and only a sliver of what he was actually capable of. Sometimes, his lips would part and his humming tune would slip into a full song and Lalitha would swallow it as if she had never know the taste of something so sweet.

Lalitha thinks she might hate him. The feeling is large and all-encompassing, weighing heaviest on her belly, right underneath her ribcage. She cannot hear his melody but it sounds like a taunt anyway. A tragedy drenched in betrayal.

#my writing #writeblr #wip excerpt #wtwcommunity #ofcolourtracking #ambrosia is writing #wip: maharani #maharani: excerpt #maharani: lalitha #maharani: nirav

[ellierenae]

The Mouth of Ouroboros

a wip introduction (nsfw)

Like the ouroboros (a snake eating its own tail), this story begins at its end and circles in on itself: around and around.

The novel follows two immortal sapphics, one who drinks blood and one who consumes souls. For millennia, they have been madly in love, but their hunger for one another is the very thing that drives them apart. To hold the other close would quickly mean to devour; to kill. For centuries, they lived their own lives apart.

The opening is their ultimate death scene, a frantic embrace that leads to the consumption of blood and soul. In this, they become one. And, in the twilight of death, their memories flash before their eyes. Yin Lihua and Wynonna Adair relive their lives from birth to death through a shared consciousness and a fever dream.

Their worlds come together, at last.

>> character intros here >> all other ouroboros content here >> reply to be added to the taglist

Taglist: @thelaughingstag @ofcolours @artbyeloquent @indecentpause @afoolandathief @tiredlittleoldme @chazzawrites @archive-of-ink @kjscottwrites @cannivalisms @emdrabbles @ceruleanstep @calico-fiction

#wip intro #wip introduction #writeblr #writeblr intro #writeblr introduction #ofcolourtracking #the mouth of ouroboros #original content

[boysaints]

on god & learning to love

taglist + transcript under the cut (ask to be added/removed):

@politropos @thoroughbredsbian @everybodyplaysalong @raystoro @diyas @lovebrew @fairnell @drugstorecowboy1989 @tsnlesbian @bitcheusjackson @summeroflikes @txreznikoff @richardsiiken

[poem transcript: “i only believe in god every second saturday but i think they’re the one that always sits down with me for coffee, that puts their not-hand on my shoulder and says, c’mon, you should eat something with that, or you haven’t slept in three days, it’s gonna catch up to you soon, and even though i pride myself on being a good, practical, head-screwed-on-right daughter, all i want is for someone to put their arms around me and say you know what, it’s okay, you did your best, you tried so hard, that’s enough, you’re enough, but if there’s no one there, i think the sunlight coming through the shutters counts, too, i think the birds clamoring to be heard in the trees count, too. look, i know i was an ugly, bitter, terrible child, but this feels like a second chance, like maybe i didn’t fuck it all up too badly--if there’s no one looking out for me, at least i can pretend the universe is! at least i can pretend there’s someone waiting for me with a smile when i get home; i can name my want a blessing and love it the same way i love the sound of my friend’s laughter and staying up late enough to see the sunrise. look, i know i was an ugly, bitter, terrible child, but this is a second chance, and if you’d let me, i’d hold you like you were the whole world, too. i’d love you like you were a religion, too.” /end transcript]

#help who did i forget on the taglist. it's Someone #poem #poetry #writing #my writing #creative writing #writers on tumblr #poets on tumblr #prose poetry #prose poem #mine #ofcolourtracking #ask to tag??

[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

[junefield]

NO. 5 amorette | @junefield

#napowrimo #spilled ink #ofcolourtracking #crabappletracking #nosebleedclub #merulia #poem #poetry #haha. what the fuck #everyday i suffer as i struggle to figure out how to take good screenshots of my writing

[reveri3s]

kitchen matches, pt. 2

#my writing #original poetry #spilled ink #poetryportal #poetscommunity #poetselixir #writers on tumblr #writerscreed #dark academia #love poem #lovers #romanticism #romance #crabappletracking #ofcolourtracking

[veneritia]

↳ excerpts from when comes the dawn

What's this? WCTD content? Must be a blue moon

→ tw: blood and what could be considered body horror but it's very mild

i.

Fenice was fine. She was fine this morning and she was fine when she took her medicine and the room was not spinning. She was just tired, that's all and would greatly appreciate people to stop talking over her as opposed to talking to her. There was nothing wrong. It was just stress. Yes, that was it. It was simply the amalgamation of all the stressful events in her life recently. She was getting better– she was better.

"I am fine," she insisted. "I'm not sick, I've been better, I promise you."

Her mother pressed a cool hand to her burning forehead. Flowers bloom from the gaping hole in her chest and she is looking at Fenice again with worry and fear. Fenice feels like a child again, confined and half-delirious in her bed, overhearing her mother making desperate bargains with every god in the world. She wanted to grasp her mother's hand and say don't worry, don't worry, I'll get better I promise. I'm sorry. Stop being so afraid. I'll get better, I will.

ii.

Saliva pooled in her mouth too quickly. Her chest constricted, her throat felt like it was on fire. "Everything will be alright. I'm fine, please, your majesty, you are simply overreact–"

She covered her mouth as a wave of nausea racked through her frame. Something spilled past her lips, sticky and warm against her hand. She pulled her hand away.

Blood.

(Her hands were shaking. There was blood on her hand. Thick. Runny. Never-ending. It escaped through her fingers, cascading down like some morbid waterfall of that disgustingly awful red. And it wouldn’t stop. No matter that she’d cupped her hands together, the blood would overflow. It would not stop. It would. Not. Stop.)

Oh.

Her world started to blur. With what little composure she could muster she placed her hands onto her lap and spoke. "Pardon me my lord, but may I be excused from dinner? I believe I am sick."

TAGLIST

GENERAL → @charlesjosephwrites @bearunicorn154 @basilelestrange@writting-in-blood @trapped-inadystopianovel @inky-duchess @thats-my-type-writer @yuriykovtun @myhusbandsasemni @aphaimaniis @writinglyra @belialwrites @amoranza @pseudepigraphic @mel-writes-with-her-dragons @uppoffringar

WCTD → @zmlorenz @andiwriteunderthemoon @runs-ramblings @marchdove @cielnocturnes @wren-is-writing @paperburrows

#SIX TRIES AT POSTING THIS #wtwcommunity #murdereddarlings #soleirnaviary #ofcolourtracking #tw. blood #tw. body horror #but very mild like really really mild #series.wctd #wctd.excerpt #collection.my projects

[anomaly00-archive]

WHEN COMES THE DAWN | a reintroduction

-> incredible graphics made by @serpentarii

Dwell here, in the innermost sanctum of the palace, are the worshipers of gold and titles; where pragmatism joins hand-in-hand with fortune as rulers of this debauched society. There are no friends to be had here. Only allies— tools. Pieces to be used and discarded once no longer valuable.

G E N R E | New Adult. High Fantasy. Court Intrigue.

P O V | 3rd Person

S T A T U S | First Draft

T H E M E S & T R O P E S | Ambition. Power. Succession Crises. Arranged Marriages. Revenge. Hunger. Morality. Murder Mystery. Family. Loyalty. War. Duty vs Desire. Ambiguous Magic System.

S U M M A R Y |

A being without a 'soul,' deadborne princess Fenice vi Aetier has been kept in obscurity for most of her life and all but resigned to a fate of being forgotten. Then, her mother is found murdered in the woods near her castle. Fearing for her safety, her estranged father whisks her away to the glittering halls of the imperial court.

The court is as cruel as it is beautiful, and Fenice finds that she has a taste for it. She ignites a dangerous succession game between her and her half-brother Charles, the heir presumptive, where losing means death but winning means an empire at your fingertips.

But winning a crown is no easy task. Not when Fenice is considered an abomination at worst and an ill omen at best. Not when the circumstances of her mother's death unearths far more dangerous truths. Her father's war is far from over, and if she doesn't win, she'll lose far more than just her head.

C H A R A C T E R S |

Fenice vi Aetier -> the disparaged princess of the realm and daughter of the Emperor's beloved. She is the first "deadborne" to ever live past infancy, earning her the scorn and morbid curiosity of those around her. Though untested, her cunning and burgeoning ambition make her an unknown threat.

Charles vi Aetier -> the heir presumptive to the Aetierian throne. His stunning appearance and charming demeanor mark him a favorite despite his apathy towards court life. Only time will tell how he will act when the foundations of his future are shaken.

Sola Eidos ->  Once a refugee from Ulona Mai who fled the country during its decades of civil wars. Little is known about his past, though he has sworn a life debt to Titania and her child. His wanderlust and friendly demeanor helped create a robust information network.

#writeblr #wip introduction #wtwcommunity #sunsetdistrict&starfallisland #soleirnaviary #ofcolourtracking #murdereddarlings #opera. when comes the dawn #mea. wip #mea. writing #its back and better than ever

[mahalii]

FORGOTTEN SUN  a wip (re)introduction by @mahalii

genre : diesel-punk with hints of magic class : novel series outlined for three to five books current status : first draft ( 35k / 100k ) narration : third-person limited, multiple povs themes and tropes : the chosen one, found family, platonic and romantic love, enemies to friends to lovers, mutual pining + unrequited love, adventure, dead magic systems, warfare and imperialism, recovering from trauma, political intrigue, unlocking secrets of the past, and the fight for freedom content warnings : a lot of death, gun fights, the horrors of war, and light descriptions of gore and blood

━━  SUMMARY.

Alas, a millennium has passed since the warring twin cities have collapsed to ruin. Mankind is thriving. Deep in the glistening heart of the cities, airships of steel are found drifting along the clouds instead of the sea, rotormobiles roar on streets filled with pedestrians and their bot counterparts, and biplanes soar even higher than the spires of high-rises streaming with gold. It’s an age full of wonder. And an age full of a horrific and long-waged world war. 

Yet this all remains unbeknownst to Jenya Nasangkai, whose tedious life in seclusion bids her to wish for something phenomenal. But phenomenal has its price. In an instant, her entire world is flipped upside down when the merciless Kingsmen of the Imperial Realm raid her homeland, and all that she’s ever known is gone. Now left with nothing but a vengeful heart and mind, Jenya sets off on a fiery journey of dethroning the Emperor and ending this madness once and for all. But she isn’t alone.

A pilot arrested for something he did not do. A wanderer who can’t remember her own past. A robot who isn’t quite the same as those in the cities. A princess with high ambitions for her kingdom. A captain sworn to defend the throne. A soldier with his heart set on answers. An assassin sent to retrieve a special ring.

And it's that same ring the Emperor killed thousands for just to have it in his hands. In a desperate pursuit of solving clues and unearthing secrets of the past before it’s too late, the team must put their differences aside if it means putting an end to this war for good. And they might. If they can find a long-prophesied Savior destined to bring peace to the entire world.

━━ MAIN CAST.

JENYA NASANGKAI. the reason. raven-black hair that falls past her waist; a tanned frame dappled with light freckles; bitter, seething anger and grief pulsating through her blood and veins. or could that be something else?

BENJAMIN KIRSCHT. the question. ash brown waves that flow with the wind; prominent veins trailing slender hands; deep scars and bruises from past adventures. 

RORIE DEROUX. the sign. golden hair that never meets her shoulders; chapped lips known to curl into a grin; dirt-smeared hands familiar with shooting a rifle.

PLEX. the answer. a silver gloss now hidden with tarnished rust; pliant limbs as tall as two men; small plants growing in-between cracks and long crevices.  

ZUZANNA KAESOR. the voice. golden-brown skin with an unblemished glow; marigolds and blue cornflowers hiding within handsome brunette curls; a silver septum ring to demonstrate rule. 

JIAN ZOË. the guide. jet-black wisps framing a sharp face; a blade from the finest metals sworn to never shed another’s blood. red-tinted lips sharing wisdom greater than even the wisest of men.

DARCI RISHKA. the revelation. features that can pass off as a corpse; a crooked nose that steers out of others’ business; mounds of grief and guilt buried even deeper than the bullet wounds of his fallen comrades.

THE RED SOLDIER. the mystery. hands stained with the blood of a thousand men; an unknown face hidden beneath the comforts of a golden helmet; voices in their head telling them to trust no one, even if that includes the emperor their heart pledged to serve.

MORE INFORMATION  [ WIP PAGE | WIP TAG | INSPIRATION ]

this graphic was inspired by the beautiful @starshots​’s own wip intro!! rochelle is an absolute legend when it comes to editing so please go check her out ♡

#soleirnaviary #murdereddarlings #crabappletracking #ofcolourtracking #sunsetdistrict&starfallisland #hereditarybodies #wtwcommunity #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writeblr community #forgotten sun. #mine. #(wip) intro. #IT'S FINALLY HERE!!!!!! #an actual intro and not just a powerpoint :')) #lowkey don't even like how i phrased the summary / char intros but oh well lol #i'll probably just edit it in the future or smth </3 #also yes i've changed a couple of their names!!!! #im rly vibing w them at the moment but bc im still super indecisive #expect some more name changes during the final draft until i find one i actually love #( but dw that might not even happen bc i love the names kirscht + rishka hehe ) #now onto making those character / worldbuilding posts!!!!!! >:)

[oasis-of-you]

OF THINGS THAT ONCE WERE; a wip intro

hi! i’m very excited to formally (because i’ve ranted about this wip already on my discord server) introduce my second wip, of things that once were! (it’s a working title) uhhh hope ya love this brainchild as much as i do!!!!!

OF THINGS THAT ONCE WERE: a story of two people who can’t help but orbit each other. when they’re thrown into loops, what are they to do? what are they to do, when one is burned by the other’s fire, when one is bitten by the other’s ice? broken things can’t glue together the broken shards of another, right? 

(pspsps do u like the pictures please say you do. image creds: i, ii, iii) 

genre: i guess litfic??

tone: one word: UNHiNGED (as all hell)

setting: kolkata, india (again oops) except it’s like 1800s

pov + tense: present tense, first unreliable :)

characters: 

taraz (aka fireboi or jingling fool)

he/him

Raging Gay™ (and transmasc dude)

wait don’t tell him you think that he’s still in denial

internalized transphobia yay. :/ 

probably has cried like twice in his whole life

but he still has many Emotions

probably someone who genuinely likes gajar ka achaar (like carrot pickle which is just stupid) and will fight you on it

uniform: resting jingling fool face, baggy clothes, matchbox and cigarettes

naksh (isn’t that a cool ass name) 

they/he

pspsps their name means moon 

yes my other mc from my other wip also has a name that means moon i’m so sorry y’all have to witness this clownery

softboi but like.

“maybe if i just bear everything it’ll be fine” 

is actually great at comforting people 

and shit at confronting people

don’t come into his room at night this man is probably crying 

speaking of, this is one of the few of my ocs that actually sleep at night

aaaaand there’s a few more characters but we won’t talk about them right now

themes: growing out of denial, broken trust, gaslighting, polar opposites, mlm, individuality, learning that not everything is black and white, internalized transphobia, loneliness, brashness, feeling overwhelmed

aesthetics: moonlight on water, something being so cold that it’s warm, black ice, the cackling and spitting of a fire, rough hands, chapped-to-the-point-they’re-bleeding lips, streetlights flickering, metal rusting until it’s green, bruises coming out of nowhere, smoke

playlist | pinterest (don’t expect much)

ask/threaten/send a love letter/tell me a pun to be added to the taglist! 

image ID below the cut! 

[image ID: three images side by side. left: a picture of a dark green branch with several light blue flowers on it frozen into ice that slowly fades into darker blue around the edges. middle: a picture of a black night sky with a beige-tinted moon in the middle, partially covered by clouds that are also slightly tinted beige. right: a background of bricks. a beige hand from which fire seems to be coming up. All fingers are slightly naturally bent. end ID]

#wip:dark #wtwcommunity #ofcolourtracking #litfic #writeblr #writblr #wip intro

[bookphobe]

PLUTO BY MARTINA SANTI — A WIP Introduction + Opening Lines

WIP TAG | CHARACTERS

A collection of horror stories set in the mysterious town of Fell Island, told by various characters in a small diner on the edge of town. To scare, or to entertain—at its core, these stories serve as a distraction from the fact that once they get past the entrance, they can’t seem to get back out . . .

Recurring characters include the grumpy (but secretly soft) owner of Pluto’s Diner; a clever, teen runaway; a cheery waitress with a secret; and many more. Send an ask/reply/dm to be added to the taglist!

P.S. I had so much fun making the cover for this that I made another one; still campy 80s horror but more modern & film inspired!!

gen. taglist = @hydrancheas , @hekat-ie , @mxxnwrites , @radiomacbeth , @sprigofbasil , @gutblood​ , @zarinaelahi​ @saltwaterbells

pluto. taglist = @nightmares-and-fireflies

#pinning this since it’s the new wip of the week <3 Ksjdjdjjdd #im tryna introduce all my wips so i could start actly writing for em #creepypastas 🤝 spooky town trope ! #i had sm fun making the cheesy cover for this :) #wip: pluto #wip #writeblr #writing #horror #ofcolourtracking #sunsetdistrict&starfallisland #writeblr community #wip intro #writing inspiration #writers on tumblr #horror stories #horror series #amwriting #thewriteblrcafe

[ambrosiaiswriting]

MAHARANI ♕ AN EXCERPT

Sometimes the greatest powers can feel like the cruelest of curses, even if that isn’t the case.

A/N: hey besties, definitely has not been a year since I posted Maharani content what do you mean? i’m slowly but surely writing again, and this is the best of the very little i have so far that is at least a little coherent out of context. as a treat. i think i’m finally finding my footing with this piece, so hopefully more excerpts are to come in the next few months! 

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

TRANSCRIPTION:

“You are a seer?”

One of the earliest things Manthara learned was how to lie. Or rather, the power of omission. Born from her mother’s mistrust of everyone around her, Manthara knows the benefits of letting people beg for information. Why must she make herself vulnerable if the action is not to be requited? The voice, like for every lesson she has learned, is in her mother’s voice, constant and unwavering.

This woman is breaking down every lesson she has ever learned.

Manthara’s visions are her armor, no matter how fallible. The unreliability was the strongest defense against other seers, and yet the woman lures her in with practiced ease. It’s okay. Who will she tell?

“Yes.” 

“How do you mask it like you do?”

On the other hand, answers have equal value, and Manthara wants her own. She thinks for a moment, what would Rani do? How would Rani work this situation in her favor? It isn’t her own tongue, but Rani’s that says, “You never said anything about extra questions.”

The woman responds as if she expected it. “That is for people who have prophecies. If I am to let you through, I must gain something, should I not?”

Swallowing, Manthara sits up straighter. “I’m not going to sit here and tell you my life story simply for passage into [redacted]. It is more valuable than that.” 

The woman raises an eyebrow, but it isn’t an angry one. “Then tell me, child. What is your life story worth?”

Any sense of surprise that her false confidence worked is drowned by the woman’s question. What is her life story worth? What is twenty years of head-pounding visions and an inability to explain any of them worth?

“I get my own questions.” Her voice cracks but neither of them acknowledge it.

The woman does not hesitate. “Answer enough questions that I am satisfied and you get one question with your entry.”

Manthara does not push a hand that feeds her. “Fine.”

When the woman smiles, it isn’t sweet. Manthara wonders what her name is, and if it is too late to ask. “Wonderful. Now that we have reached an agreement, were you cursed or blessed?”

“Born with it.”

She does not hide the disdain when she repeats, “Cursed or blessed, child.”

Cursed is on her tongue and Manthara clamps her mouth over it before it slips out. It would not be fair to discredit her ancestors when the issue lies with her. Just because she is unable to fully comprehend her visions does not mean she was cursed, but the feeling remains. The word is tattooed on the roof of her mouth and out of sight but she can taste it. It taunts her with every vision, dangling just out of reach, not allowing her the satisfaction of justifying her shortcomings. 

There is also the matter of her mother taking her head if she even dares utter the word.

“Blessed.” The answer does not choke her and only then does she breathe out.

#wip: maharani #maharani: excerpt #maharani: manthara #writeblr #wip excerpt #wip #my writing #ambrosia is writing #writing #writers on tumblr #ofcolourtracking #wtwcommunity

[ellierenae]

Chinese Spoons First Published Work by Ellie Renae.

"Chinese Spoons" is a poem of unrequited love to the home country of my mother, a country I have visited only a handful of times. It describes a yearning to be one of many, to be part of a grand collective, yet feeling trapped in between two halves. In America, I am Mulan. In Singapore, I am the blond-haired, blue-eyed Cinderella.

All my life, I have been a half, and it has always been the other half.

In this poem, I set out to put my ethnicity into words. My mother considers it to be made for her, I consider it made for me, and I hope you will feel it was made for you, too.

Chinese Spoons is available within a collection of creative nonfiction by talented writers, all focusing on the renascence of culture.

$9.99 - Physical copy

$2.99 - PDF

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[boysaints]

letters to my mother about french braids & other assorted metaphors, @boysaints // braiding possibility, titus kaphar // thanksgiving 2006, ocean vuong // little women (2019), dir. greta gerwig // my mother, my mother, luther hughes // mother with children, gustav klimt // the raincoat, ada limón //  class of 2013, mitski

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[rataltouille]

FORCE MAJEURE: NOVEL INTRO

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

GENRE: literary fiction.

SETTING: south india, early 2010s.

POV & TENSE: dual pov; present tense + third person limited.

STAGE: prepping for camp nano [my current goal for camp is 10k!]

THEMES + AESTHETICS: fatalism, chance and luck, the duality of everything, corruption, chaos vs order, manipulation, power, sacrifice, loneliness, free will, love vs obsession. the sound of waves crashing against rocks, sitting in an empty house and watching a watery dawn, saltwater seeping into your pores as you swim deeper and deeper underwater; driving through neon cities under a full moon, laughter mixing with the bright sounds of people, the buzz of contact in a room full of strangers.

CONTENT WARNINGS: cults and religious trauma, implications + discussions of emotional abuse, terrible parents, manipulation, gaslighting. [note: this wip is very new so more content warnings may be added as i go]

SUMMARY:

when twins ananya and naveen get separated while escaping their home, they find themselves in completely different places—one stumbling onto a hidden commune by the beach, the other pulled into a group of thieves in the city. this story is a dark coming-of-age where the twins must confront their obsessions with things they can’t control and what they’re willing to do to belong.

aka “i know everything happens for a reason but what the fuck”

CHARACTERS:

omg my children <3 [all picrew credits to @/sagravi’s picrew!]

ANANYA [pronounced as: uh-nun-yah]

she/they [she’s very non-binary but doesn't have the term for it in the book? so in my head she uses she/they but in the book uses she/her]

looks like she can kill you, will instead make you fall in love and slowly [and unknowingly] break your heart <3

“have you ever seen a woman so beautiful you started crying?”

unintentionally funny. says something mean and people will laugh not realising she actually meant it

carries around a lot of anger about the multiple ways in which people have wronged her and now and then just goes feral [as she should, really]

aroace and has a very longterm, very on screen crisis about it. what i learnt from this is that i cannot write an uplifting aroace story and tbh i don't know what that says about me as someone who’s also aroace.

very emotionally attached to her parents :) very emotionally detached from people in general :) suffering™

does not have a good time

NAVEEN [pronounced as: nuh-veen]

he/him [also very non-binary]

looks baby, is actually very sad

“i do not have a fake social media personality. i am genuinely this mentally ill in real life”

unintentionally unfunny. he cries himself to sleep at night because his puns weren’t well received [me too honestly]

very queer!! he’s mspec but doesn’t label himself, and honestly king <3 he also gets caught in a bisexual love triangle. the way i was anti-love triangles until this guy appeared🧍

was always the twin who was idolised and seen as the family’s future which not only put a lot of pressure on him but also strained his relationship with ananya in unexpected ways which is just :(

does not have a good time

literally i fell in love with the twins so quickly; they are so cool and are most definitely my genvy. their relationship is very central to the story despite them being separated for the most of it [if the story plays out that way]. i’m excited to actually start drafting to learn more about them + their dynamic!!

SO HOW’D THIS HAPPEN?

so a few days ago my brain said “new fun ya contemporary concept about queer twins in high school” and then within five minutes of its existence my brain also said “contemporary ya my ass it’s now adult litfic deal with it” and at this point i’m just like. okay.

this book is my second novel and also my *bangs posts and pans* camp nano wip! [please as if i haven't mentioned this seventy times already] coincidentally my academic year + finals also end on the first of april so this is such a perfect time to start a new project!!

ALSO i’m jumping on the trend of making a temporary taglist for weekly updates like all the cool, sexy writeblrs who are doing it [read as: atlas fam] so!! let me know [dm/ask/reply/mention in reblog] if you want to be added to the camp nano taglist!! if you want to keep up with the wip after camp, you can ask to be added to my general taglist. heads up that i won't be tagging my general taglist for the weekly updates!!

everything about this project is tagged as force majeure and the writing updates as force majeure update. also here’s the link to the very very in-progress playlist. you can send me an ask / message me if you’d like to be added to my taglist or have any questions about the project. and that’s about it for now!!

#wip intro #camp nano 2021 #writeblr #am writing #wtwcommunity #ofcolourtracking #crabappletracking #atlastracking #tw cults #just releasing that with the desi protags + setting that this is technically an own voices story🧎 #which makes me very happy tbh #force majeure

[junefield]

NO. 3 amorette | @junefield

#napowrimo #spilled ink #nosebleedclub #crabappletracking #ofcolourtracking #poem #poetry #lol this is late <3 #ALSO NO MY PHOTO CROPPING IS NOT ALLOWED TO BE CONSISTENT AT ALL