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Re-do of an intro

Hey~ I thought I'd redo this simply because I didn't really know what to put about me last time. So let's start again! Most people either call me Shy or Mali; just call me whatever's comfortable to you. I'm 27 years old, my pronouns are she/her or they/them, I'm nonbinary and ace.

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About My Writing

The genres I write most often are: Fantasy with a splash of romance. I'll dip my toes into supernatural and horror occasionally. LGBT romances are my jam.

Tropes I like: Time loops, amnesia, Character goes back in time to prevent a big disaster/or loved ones death, MC MUST suffer for the story, happy endings

Tropes I dislike: Miscommunication, toxic love triangles (or love triangles in general tbh), character that has suffered through so much doesn't get their happy ending

What fantasy creature do I like to write about most? Not technically a 'creature', but I really love writing about witches!

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WIPS

Cursed Heritage: A fantasy Coming of Age (ish?) story of a teen that may be forced to make decisions over her future.

  • with the side sprinkling of a potential prophecy looming on the horizon
  • slowburn friends to lovers
  • like, EXTREMELY so

Dark Vices: A Dark Fantasy story about a witch struggling to find her humanity in a world that has forsaken her.

  • Dark fantasy so, ya know, expect trigger warnings (like torture, bigotry against witches, innocent people getting killed)
  • is there a term for slowburn AND fastburn? Because yeah they're attracted to each other, but they're all so very dumb. Oh, also enemies to lovers.
  • Love triangle? No, no, good madam/sir/monarch. It's all about the polyfidelity here.

Cursed Heritage is 15 chapters in, while Dark Vices is 5 or six chapters in :) (Though the first chapter is a prologue, unfortunately on ao3 you can't exactly do "chapter 0" I've tried lmao)

Completed

Oneshots

Starfall: A short story about the world ending while two kids can only look on and wonder what waits for them in the future.

Shining Nikki fics

Two Fold Tragedy: A One Shot over the aftermath of deafeating the old god.

Intro post!!

Hey! I'm Mags (they/them) and I'm a nonbinary lesbian autistic writer!

My current wip is a tragedy in a fantasy setting featuring a lesbian mc, a butch love interest, and nonbinary side characters. It also features mollusks. Love those guys.

My favorite genre is fantasy and my other favorite genre is lesbians (lol)

I'd love to make some writer/reader friends/mutuals so don't be shy!

✨🏴‍☠️Character Voice Tag🏴‍☠️✨

Thank you for the tag here @paeliae-occasionally !

My line: “ I care about your safety.”

Your line: “Why shouldn’t I try?”

I’ll make this a dialogue between Peter and Benjamin from Peter Hart

Benji: Peter, why did you throw the first punch at the tavern?

Peter: I didn’t like how he was looking at you.

Benji: Mmmm(pinching the bridge of his nose) ….You can’t just punch someone for a look.

Peter: I sure bloody can, and I’ll do it again, too.

Benji: Peter—

Peter: —I care about your safety, Benjamin. When you’ve been out at sea as long as me, you get really good at reading scenarios…and people. Love, the glint I saw in that man’s gaze made me believe he deserved more than a punch, honestly.

Benji: …..

Peter: I held back for you, though. I hate to upset you, but I was not about to let him get away with what he was thinking—

Benji: —Peter, since when were you clairvoyant?! You can’t tell what a person is thinking!

Peter: I could tell what he was thinking….

Benji: (sigh) Well, not much we can do about it now….but I worry about you, too. Please be careful, Peter….

Peter: (smiles) Aye, love~

Thanks for the tag @the-golden-comet <3

My line: "Why shouldn't I try?"

Your line: "There's a small possibility that you were right."

I think I'll make this a dialogue between Tanya and Valerie from Cursed Heritage (some serious angst in coming lessgooo)

Valerie: "Why should it be all on you?!"

Tanya: (confused) "Huh?"

Valerie: "Don't 'huh' me, why are you so intent on throwing your own life away?"

Tanya: "I - It's not like I'm trying to..."

Valerie: "Could've fooled me. Maybe you can fool your little friends, but not me. You try to carry the weight of the whole world on your shoulders, and then expect no one else to see it. You're so ready to become a martyr, and who cares about the people you hurt in the process. Say something!"

Tanya: "..."

Valerie: "Well?"

Tanya: "Why shouldn't I try?! This is the only sure way to save everyone! No one else has any idea how to stop this, and if the only certain way is to become a sacrifice, then... I'll gladly do so, to protect everyone."

Valerie: "... I'll tell you what I once told Mrs. Kowlwitz, This whole damned world could burn for all I care, so long as you're safe."

Gently tagging (no pressure): @sarahlizziewrites @woundlight @televisionjester +open tag

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me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit
mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters
me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU

Hey OP? What the FUCK does this mean?

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decay exists as an extant form of life

That’s a terrifying answer, have a nice day

THIS IS THE POST

I think about this post at least twice a week. Thank you, OP 🙏

Last Line Tag

I was tagged by @wintherlywords whose snippet can be read over here

This is from the end of Act II of Limbo, aptly titled Denial (next act is Anger)

The look on Lindsay's face, for all I could see, was no longer the playful smile I had grown accustomed to. It wasn't even quite her face. It was the sickening grin of a bare skull, only barely concealed by a human mask.
"You're dead, Jackie. And this—" She gestured with a hand that seemed to be more bone than flesh. "— this is what you always wanted, isn't it? Proof that ghosts exist. Too bad," she simpered mockingly, "you don't get to tell anyone else. Not that it matters, does it?"
I saw it at last as she held it level to my eyes. The sharpness I had felt each time, too close to see it before. Never was it a knife in my guts, never a razor to my throat.
It was always a sickle.
"You know the old saying, Jackie. Dead men tell no tales."

Tagging @songsofsomnia @miyazakira623 @thegrindingwheel @writeahurricane @littleladymab and open tag for anyone who wants to show off

Thank you for the tag @sender-paulson!

I wasn't sure which story I should do this for at first, but in the end, I decided to do it for a fic I've been writing but haven't posted anything for. Like a sort of preview? This is a fic for a Pokemon fan game I've been writing off and on... Because I have a lot of thoughts for my OC; the title is Red Threads.

Fear… She was aware of what that was, perhaps far more than anyone her age should be. It was the type of oppressive, insidious thing that made that intrusive voice whisper, Do you really want to find out? She was compelled to place a hand over her friend’s own. It was as Raegan looked over with wide eyes that she promised, “Everything will be just fine. You’re not alone here.”
Raegan seemed to consider her words for a moment before sucking in a deep breath, letting it out on a slow exhale. Her smile was shaky. “You’re right! And I… Really want to find out what mom’s been hiding.”
She smiled back before glancing up at the warehouse that seemed to tower over them, and suddenly her heart was pounding. What were they going to find inside? The two shared a look before venturing inside together. Nothing could have prepared them for the sight that greeted them.

Tagging @magic-is-something-we-create @the-golden-comet @sarahlizziewrites + open tag for anyone that wants to! And don't feel pressured to do this either :)

[DEMO] [Last Updated: June 28, 2024]

"Hold fast, Child of Cassandra. Those who heed not your words will understand in time. What approaches cannot be contained."

You’ve been on the road your whole life. Orphaned at birth and failed by the systems meant to keep you in line, you’ve learned how to take care of yourself. After years of being haunted by strange visions that nobody believes, you stumble across the small town of Charity’s Cross - and everything begins to fall into place.

Play as a young wayward prophet, haunted by visions and cursed to never be believed. Inspired by mythology and ancient folklore, The Curse of Cassandra is an urban fantasy story about family, belonging, and the places we call home.

  • Explore the town of Charity's Cross, and uncover long-buried secrets that really should have been left untouched.
  • Run into a group of misfits, and become part of a family that accepts you flaws and all.
  • Queer joy! Just a whole lot of queer joy and celebration <3
  • No romance (sorry, not sorry). This is a game about love, but romance is not the focus. You're allowed to headcanon whatever you'd like about your prophet's sexuality, but your interactions with the cast will always be strictly platonic.

The Prophet - That's you! Human, but with a touch of bloodline magic that haunts your every step. In other words, you're cursed, and it's a real pain.

Daniel Weaver [he/him, 52yo] - Werewolf, kindergarten teacher, all around softie. Would do anything to protect his family, and that includes you.

Arthur "Art" Shields [he/him, 45yo] - Werewolf, caretaker, one of two people in the family who actually knows how to cook. The house is his happy place, and he makes sure it's welcoming and comforting for whoever may walk in the door.

Catrin Galanis [she/her, 49yo] - Gryphon, antiques dealer, gives hugs like handshakes. Once the guardian to a magic stash of treasure, she now guards her own treasure: her children.

Carmine Levesque [she/her, 137yo] - Vampire, fashion designer, the person that's always in the house despite not technically living there. That bat up in the rafters might not be her... but you'd better wave just in case.

Ari Galanis [he/him, 21yo] - Werewolf, college student, sunshine personified. He's earnest (perhaps a little too eager) to meet someone new and bring them into the family's dynamic.

James Weaver [they/them, 17yo] - Werewolf, high schooler, introvert extraordinaire. Getting them to participate in family game night is like trying to wrangle a cat into a bathtub.

Sadie Graves [she/her, 13yo] - Banshee, middle schooler, going through a bit of an angsty phase. She's not exactly the most pleasant to interact with sometimes, but her family supports her wholeheartedly.

Eleni Doran [she/???, 4yo] - Changeling, kindergartener, weird little girl. Nobody's quite sure anymore where she came from, or even what she is, but she's the one person that actually believes your visions.

This hit home, and I think it will resonate hard with all my creative friends, here. You are amazing and brilliant and I BEG YOU to keep creating!! ❤️❤️❤️

[thread of tweets by Page Turner]

Terrible secret: There's a really awkward thing that happens to all writers (and other artists/creatives/makers).

They get good enough that it becomes hard to write anything.

As your skill increases, so do your standards. So everything you write feels mediocre.

The weird part is that this "mediocre" writing is far better than what you were writing before.

You have just moved the goalposts on yourself as you improved.

So you have to learn to give yourself permission to write anything. Even if you think it's bad.

What usually happens at this is point is that you either:

A) end up not writing badly at all and surprising yourself with what you manage to produce

OR

B) create something that has issues but is easily editable later on into something that meets your standards

But wow, is it a gnarly adjustment to ignore that emotional reflex of "this sucks, I suck" and press on anyway.

And no, this doesn't just happen with writing. It happens with every kind of artist and craftsperson.

People tend to quit just as they're getting good, because their standards have raised along with their skills.

I do find myself frequently wondering how many writers reach this awkward phase, believe wrongly that they suck, and never write again -- just at the point when they're starting to get good!

I'd imagine A LOT of them.

[/end thread]

I’m on the aro spectrum, but also obsessed with romance, so I often feel separated from the community… And yet, nothing reaffirms me being aromantic than finding advice on how to write romance, and disagreeing with basically all of it.

That is a MOOD lol

I love love writing romance. I love reading it. It's great.

I actually think being aromantic might have made me a better romance writer. Because I don't get the ooey gooey romantic feels, the romance I write often becomes deeply rooted in platonic understanding. My lovebird characters aren't only just lovers, they are also people who understand each other on a deep level. They may not get along (I love rivals to lovers) but they get and appreciate each other on some deeper level. It's great. :D

See, my ooey gooey romantic feels are different, because while I DO experience slight romantic attraction, they tend to be extremely fluid. I can go from being head over heels in love with someone, to feeling romantic attraction that's barely there, to feeling nothing more than platonic feelings -- and then back again. With my current gf this happens near constantly. In fact, I kind of prefer when my feelings stay platonic, because I absolutely love discussing our current obsessions with each other, more than anything else.

So I can kind of? write romantic attraction? But also whenever certain people talk about romance, I'm shocked by how differently my situation is from their own lmao. But yeah, I love writing friends to lovers. When two characters are platonic soulmates that just so happen to also romantically love each other, I crave that.

Why Are You a Writer?

So the other day I did the second of my Writer's Refuge interview series, soon to be posted later this week. It went pretty well! It was with an artist on here I admire a lot and it was a really interesting conversation.

Perhaps even too interesting. We got onto the topic on why a person would tell stories, and their answer ended up being drastically different than mine. It ended up sending my on a little bit of a spiral (No fault of yours if you read this, Cass), but I didn't really talk about it with her at the time. You know, it's an interview. It's not about me.

My instinct when I'm feeling emotionally vulnerable is to sort of hide away most of the time, but it's a sleepy day in the Gardener household and I think it might help me to talk about it. So below the read more I'm going to get deeper into the question often asked to people in my trade: why are you a writer?

First of all, I'd like to say, thank you Clove for telling us your story. I know it can definitely make you feel vulnerable, or maybe you feel validated just to have it all out there?

I do relate to your reason being 'loneliness', though I think my reason changed over time. At first, I was definitely lonely. When I was just eight years old, my parents got in trouble with the law, and because I was just a child, I had to move in with my grandparents. Being that young, I don't think it occurred to me what this meant for my life, and I didn't have any siblings that were going through it with me.

Before typing on my computer, before writing in disorganized notebooks, I'd narrate my daydreams and give all the characters of my daydreams different voices. I'd spend hours in this vivid, vibrant world that only I could cook up. In fact, I remember vividly, even now, how I'd imagined this world of fairies where I could wear a ball gown and wear glittering jewelry and dance with the prince of the fey, this was one of my favorite daydreams. Some times, that fey prince felt more like a companion than the people I knew irl. I also had two other prominent imaginary friends that I'd cooked up to be with day in and day out, and I'd talk to them for hours during school. To the point that I didn't remember when class started, only it ending with the ring of the bell.

Eventually, I would turn to writing in my notebooks, even though I had trouble reading my own hand writing... The most prominent one I remember is about a girl wishing that she was the only one in the world, and shockingly, a prince from the stars coming to fulfill her wish. Obviously, she was happy at first. No adults, no rules, and no one to hurt her. But she ended up being extremely lonely, and eventually regretted that wish. I never finished the story, but I remember the ending being rather sad -- She'd wish for all the people to come back, but in return the star prince would take her away to the heavens.

Eventually, I gained more reasons to keep writing. It was also about the fact that writing was one of the few things I could control in my life, ironic since I like to joke about how my characters call the shots. But I was born into a rather tumultuous family, there was always some kind of drama going on, and I have my own heaping of trauma to come to terms with. And not even my self-destructive behaviors give me the control that it used to, because of the simple fact that I can't control them, no matter how much I delude myself into thinking so. But writing lets me control how the plot goes, what the characters are like, what bad things happen to them, and even good things. And most importantly, I can give all the characters the happiness that they deserve and make the horrible, horrible ones get the karma they so deserve.

Anyways, I think I'm done rambling :) I didn't expect to talk that much;;;

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Rules: Bold whatever applies to your OC

Character: Beatrice McBride (Little Horns)

Killed Someone Under Orders | Had Someone Killed On Their Orders | Killed Someone In Self Defense | Spared Someone’s Life | Invented Something | Been Hungover | Kissed Someone | Slow-Danced | Been In A Long-Term Relationship | Had Sex | Had Sex And Regretted It | Had A One-Night Stand | Had A Threesome | Experimented With Their Sexuality | Had A Kid | Adopted A Kid | Wanted To Have A Family With Someone | Done Something On Impulse They Regretted | Gone Traveling | Had A Bounty Put On Them | Eaten An Insect | Been Groped/SA'd | Been Dumped | Dumped Someone | Smoked | Gotten High | Put Someone In A Headlock | Won A Bet | Lost A Bet | Forgiven Someone Who Wronged Them | Indulged In Petty Revenge | Hallucinated | Gotten A Noticeable Scar | Kneed/Hit Someone In The Groin | Had An Unattainable Crush | Laughed Themselves To The Point Of Tears | Been Kidnapped | Been Brainwashed/Hypnotized | Had A Recurring Nightmare | Been Bullied | Bullied Someone | Experienced Survivor’s Guilt | Been Tied/Chained Up | Given Someone A Massage | Received A Massage | Been Backed Up Against A Wall | Shot Someone | Stabbed Someone | Saved Someone’s Life | Cheated On Someone | Been Cheated On | Been In An Open Relationship | Had A Friendship With Benefits | Been In A Queerplatonic Relationship | Had A Stalker | Been Betrayed | Been A Traitor | Been Possessed | Been In A Bar Fight | Been Thrown Out Of A Bar | Been Arrested | Broken Out Of Jail | Been To A Funeral | Been To A Brothel | Had Surgery | Broken Someone’s Trust | Broken Someone’s Heart | Had Their Heart Broken | Broken/Damaged Something Out Of Anger | Broken/Damaged Something Out Of Spite | Gotten A Piercing | Gotten A Tattoo | Used A Fake Name | Been Beaten Up | Been Tortured | Tortured Others | Been Abused | Been Blackmailed | Gotten Away With A Crime | Framed Someone Else For A Crime They Committed | Shared A Bed Platonically | Been In Love | Suffered From Sleep Paralysis | Been Forced To Flee Their Home | Learned A New Language | Joined A Rebellion | Fought On The Losing Side Of A War | Fought On The Winning Side Of A War | Become A Godparent | Become An Aunt/Uncle

Thanks for the tag @sender-paulson!!

I think I'll tag: @diabolical-blue + open tag (and i certainly wish I could remember others, but my memory is being shitty right now)

Rules: Bold whatever applies to your OC

For this tag game, I'll use Isabella from Dark Vices

Killed Someone Under Orders | Had Someone Killed On Their Orders | Killed Someone In Self Defense | Spared Someone’s Life | Invented Something | Been Hungover | Kissed Someone | Slow-Danced | Been In A Long-Term Relationship | Had Sex | Had Sex And Regretted It | Had A One-Night Stand | Had A Threesome | Experimented With Their Sexuality | Had A Kid | Adopted A Kid | Wanted To Have A Family With Someone | Done Something On Impulse They Regretted | Gone Traveling | Had A Bounty Put On Them | Eaten An Insect | Been Groped/SA'd | Been Dumped | Dumped Someone | Smoked | Gotten High | Put Someone In A Headlock | Won A Bet | Lost A Bet | Forgiven Someone Who Wronged Them | Indulged In Petty Revenge | Hallucinated | Gotten A Noticeable Scar | Kneed/Hit Someone In The Groin | Had An Unattainable Crush | Laughed Themselves To The Point Of Tears | Been Kidnapped | Been Brainwashed/Hypnotized | Had A Recurring Nightmare | Been Bullied | Bullied Someone | Experienced Survivor’s Guilt | Been Tied/Chained Up | Given Someone A Massage | Received A Massage | Been Backed Up Against A Wall | Shot Someone | Stabbed Someone | Saved Someone’s Life | Cheated On Someone | Been Cheated On | Been In An Open Relationship | Had A Friendship With Benefits | Been In A Queerplatonic Relationship | Had A Stalker | Been Betrayed | Been A Traitor | Been Possessed | Been In A Bar Fight | Been Thrown Out Of A Bar | Been Arrested | Broken Out Of Jail | Been To A Funeral | Been To A Brothel | Had Surgery | Broken Someone’s Trust | Broken Someone’s Heart | Had Their Heart Broken | Broken/Damaged Something Out Of Anger | Broken/Damaged Something Out Of Spite | Gotten A Piercing | Gotten A Tattoo | Used A Fake Name | Been Beaten Up | Been Tortured | Tortured Others | Been Abused | Been Blackmailed | Gotten Away With A Crime | Framed Someone Else For A Crime They Committed | Shared A Bed Platonically | Been In Love | Suffered From Sleep Paralysis | Been Forced To Flee Their Home | Learned A New Language | Joined A Rebellion | Fought On The Losing Side Of A War | Fought On The Winning Side Of A War | Become A Godparent | Become An Aunt/Uncle

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