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"I am your God now, Little Bird."

@faeriecinna

Cinn. I write stuff. 24. They/Them. UK

FaerieCinna's Writerblr Intro::

Hi, I'm Cinn! 24, They/Them, UK based. I've been writing literally for as long as I can remember and decided it was finally time to share my shit on the internet.

Please don't be afraid to hop in my DMs or Asks because the whole point of me jumping back onto this hellsite was to make some writing pals because apparently that's an impossible feat irl.

Now for the good stuff~

WIPs::

Project.Ink
In a world torn by ancient conflict between the humans and Fae, alliances shift when the humans join forces with the mages. Amidst this uneasy camaraderie, young Fae like Rowan Kelly vanish - memories erased, appearance glamoured, and placed under human 'protection.' Unaware of her true identity, Rowan is haunted by dreams of a mysterious church in the forest. As she embarks on a journey to uncover the truth, she stumbles upon the entryway to her forgotten Fae realm, awakening a dangerous curiosity that threatens to unravel the delicate balance between the two worlds.
Her presence triggers suspicion among the elves, leading to her capture by The Inquisitor, once her lover but now a stranger due to the cruel enchantment. As Rowan grapples with resurfacing memories, the elves see only an unstable human in their midst. The Inquisitor, merciless and accusatory, soon faces the revelation of the girl's true identity. Amidst the conflict, love and betrayal mingle in the perilous quest to break the enchantment that binds Rowan to a false reality.
Project.Seraph
In the war ravaged kingdom of Infernelle, where shadows dance with secrets, Taissa leads a group of travelling thieves who seek sanctuary within the city walls. Their ticket to safety? Capture a live angel as a pet for the ruthless monarch, Queen Reinette.
Rumours lead them on a futile chase and the elusive Seraph, Nevaeh, becomes their prize, shot out of the sky. Taissa, adept in manipulation, promises safety to the angel, concealing a darker agenda. As alliances teeter on the edge of betrayal, and lies weave a web around the unsuspecting angel, she becomes an unwitting pawn in a dangerous game.
In a world where destinies intertwine with treacherous threads, Taissa struggles with the weight of her deceit, haunted by the unspoken. As she grows unexpectedly fond of the celestial captive, guilt festers beneath her callous exterior. Whispers of the queen's malevolent plans for the angel spark a rebellion within the thief, turning a dubious bargain into a daring coup.

Plotting in progress.......

  • Project.Claw (Gay werewolf murder novel)

You can also find me on.......

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Anonymous asked:

The thing nobody tells you is that you can just write down that one scene you've been replaying in your head with no connections to anything. You don't have to wait until the plot get there or until you come up with the rest of the story around it that makes that scene makes sense. You can just write that one scene.

you are so right

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shipping two of your ocs together is such a ride bc you know they're endgame, you know how they feel about each other, you know every little detail of their relationship, but you have to bust your ass to get the content

me sending a five minute voice note to my sister about how pissed i am that Shylo and Nakoa aren't kissing each other on the mouth already

Six Song Soundtrack Game!

Tagged by @forthesanityofstorytellers again! Absolutely buzzed for this one icl

Create a soundtrack for your WIP/OC, following the prompts.

Event that defines your character's past:

How your character sees themselves:

How others view them:

Their closest relationship:

A major fight scene:

End Credit Scene:

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I'll be doing this for my baby, Nakoa, from Project.Claw :)

  1. Event that defines your character's past

Don't be silly, now, of course it's going to be

"Men like me must live with their sins A boil in my blood like a fire 'neath my skin As I search every face for the marks of my kin For no one else may know

What I became with the moon overhead In the glow of their torchlights when they caught us in my bed When I found him in the churchyard he was already dead My lover, my sweet darling one"

2) How your character sees themselves:

My poor, broken boy...

"When I was 16, my senses fooled me Thought gasoline was on my clothes I knew that something would always rule me I knew the scent was mine alone

All you have is your fire And the place you need to reach Don't you ever tame your demons But always keep 'em on a leash"

3) How others view them:

When I tell you there is nothing that could make Shylo think badly of her boy...

"I want the parts of you you only show To the corner of your bathroom mirror I want the parts of your hand-grenade heart That beat slowly with anger and fear

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I want your quiet, your screaming and thrashing The salt on your lips and the hands that God gave you And I want your violence, your silent sedation Your moon eyes, your telescope, morbid fixation"

4) Their closest relationship:

These angels...

"The ground reaches out to catch me Softly in her baseball mitt I'm tired of the dirt and grit I want something soft

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So I give in to the fall, fall, fall I need somethin' soft, down feathers over rocks I died and I land with both of my hands In the mud, the mud It felt like a god, how she held me I slept on her shoulder, I gave her my all I bathed in her waterfalls And continued to fall, fall"

5) A major fight scene:

Scary Dog Privilege except it's a werewolf twink

"It's time we had a discussion 'Bout your sorry production Mask your shade and corruption Grinning teeth lack seduction Know the crime you committеd I forget, not forgive it Don't you dare gеt it twisted I'm nice but I can get wicked

Now we're enemies Ahh, do you feel no shame? Ahh, can't you see my rage?

You're a snake, you're a snake, just like a spitting image Fate, how's it taste? It's your own medicine Make no mistake, got 20/20 vision If I see your face, don't think I'm forgiving"

6) End Credit Scene:

In true Cinn fashion, I haven't decided between the three endings in my head so here's the general vibe lmao

"Go row the boat to safer grounds But don't you know we're stronger now My heart still beats and my skin still feels My lungs still breathe, my mind still fears

But we're running out of time Oh, all the echoes in my mind cry There's blood on your lies The sky's open wide There is nowhere for you to hide The hunter's moon is shining

I'm running with the wolves tonight I'm running with the wolves I'm running with the wolves tonight I'm running with the wolves"

1 to 5 Tag

Tagged by the lovely @forthesanityofstorytellers

Rules: Follow the prompts, change one if you like, and tell the lovely world of writeblr a little something about your WIP! Answers to the prompts can be in the form of quotes or anything you’d like!

I decided to go back to my roots and answer these questions for Project.Seraph because I need SOMETHING to motivate me to touch it again lmao

One word to describe your WIP:

Harrowing

Two lines that are your favorite:

The legends spoke of beings whose presence alone could bring one to their knees, whose wings could fill the sky and block out the sun. Nevaeh was a far cry from that image.

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Despite the marks of violence upon her body and the arrows that were buried in her flesh, she looked serene – a framed butterfly, pinned through the thorax, preserved in a macabre display of purity. A false parallel of a martyr.

Three songs from your WIP/OC playlist:

Four feelings from/about your characters:

Ambition, Guilt, Despair, Rage

Five tropes featured:

Living weapon

Enemies to lovers

Oh look, capitalism fucked everyone over AGAIN

Evil royals

Found Family

Love ya x

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Reblogged

Snippet/Seven Sentence Sunday

Thanks for tagging me @oh-no-another-idea and @faeriecinna! Time is fake okay <3

Finlay leapt off the dragon's back, his exhilaration ready to spill from his lips, and was immediately grabbed into a crushing hug. Startled, he gently wrapped his arms about Edwin's back and held him close. 'I thought you'd lost control,' Edwin said. 'I thought it had malfunctioned, or...' 'I'm alright,' Finlay said softly. 'I'm sorry; it was a stupid thing to do. But it was such fun up there, I just wanted you to share in it.' He shouldn't have dived at Edwin like that. He had been so worried to let Finlay fly at all. It had seemed a jest up there in the sky, with the dragon in such perfect control; but to Edwin, it must have been harrowing. Edwin drew back, tugging down his sleeves, fidgeting with his cuffs. 'What was it like?' he asked, and Finlay told him everything.

I'll tag (for whichever one you prefer!) @jamieanovels, @owlsandwich, @dogmomwrites, and open tag as always!

Seven Sentence Someday

Another one! This time I was tagged by @illarian-rambling <3

I've been workshopping some scenes between my darling loves - Rowan and Killeen - from Project.Ink, because I am nothing more than a hopeless lesbian. Here's one I particularly enjoy lmao.

A strange sort of satisfaction filled her chest as the woman in her lap was rendered speechless, her eyes wide and her mouth hanging slightly open, as if she was surprised to hear reverence in Killeen's voice. As if she wasn't used to such a thing. "I like feral animals." Killeen murmured softly, her eyes sweeping over Rowan's face again, taking in her startled expression. "And I understand feral animals... I know how to touch them, how to talk to them, how to make them purr..." Her voice was treacherous - smooth as silk in motion, coarse as leather in texture, and stinging as smoke in the way it tasted against Rowan's lips. The younger woman wondered if this was how Killeen might have been, in another life, if the world hadn't pressed its teeth into her hard enough to leave marks beneath her skin. Perhaps she would have been softer, had she not been forged in the crucible of other people's wants.

You’ll rewrite it later anyway, so stop staring at the blank page like it owes you money. Just start.

this is some of the best advice I’ve ever come across when it comes to writing - it’s so much easier to write if you don’t constantly try to edit or write like it’s the finally product. The thinking of just putting it all on a page and polishing it later is what’s rescued several of my stories ngl

Seven Sentence Sunday

On a Monday, no less!

Tagged by the lovely @eccaiia <3

I've been working 47848 hours a week and haven't had much time to work on my WIPs BUT, I have started drafting/brain vomiting my long neglected Gay Werewolf Murder Novel, so here's a snippet that's near enough seven sentences long.

The academy was alive and breathing, it's heartbeat pumping through the halls, echoing in the clamoring footfalls of every student searching for a home outside of the rain. Dark, heavy bookcases lined the walls, ribcages bursting with the accumulated knowledge of decades and centuries worth of scholars. The air was thick with the scent of ancient paper and ink. To Nakoa, there had always been something alluring about the rain. Perhaps it was because so many people were forced to slow down - to retreat back into the confinement of their dorms. He found it easier to focus, to think, when a downpour ceased the incessant noise of the world.

Body Language

When someone is...

Sad

Face/Body:

  • Avoidant/reduced eye contact
  • Drooping eyelids
  • Downcast eyes
  • Frowning
  • Raised inner ends of eyebrows
  • Dropped or furrowed eyebrows
  • Quivering lip/biting lip
  • Wrinkled nose

Voice:

  • Soft pitch
  • Low lone
  • Pauses/hesitant speech
  • Quiet/breathy
  • Slow speech
  • Voice cracks/breaking voice

Gestures/Posture:

  • Slouching/lowered head
  • Rigid/tense posture
  • Half formed/slow movement
  • Fidgeting or clasped hands
  • Sniffing or heavy swallows
  • Self soothing gestures (running hands over the arms, hand over heart, holding face in palms, etc)
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