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@writernopal / writernopal.tumblr.com

i write for fun! she/her, tag friendly but slow these days, come say hi! nopalsvault.com

Listen once, listen true, else ye'll end up at the bottom of that bonny blue! Keep to the Code: sail calm, sail fair, catch the wind, nay my ripe stare! There be gold aplenty so nay be selfish, have a care! Now, if'n ye be settled, if'n ye can keep to, salute yer Captain and find yer station, there be tales to be told and legends needin' of investigation...

⚓About Me⚓

Hi, I'm N. Opal (call me nopal 🌵) and I write for fun! I mostly write original, long-form pieces in multi-pov style and dabble into short stories here and there. I love participating in tag games and gushing over other people's characters and stories, so come say hi!

  • age: 31
  • pronouns: she/her
  • where: southern california
  • other stuff i like doing: running, weightlifting, yoga, reading, drinking coffee, playing video games, making unfunny jokes

Check out my Completed Works and WIPs below the cut! And here are a few handy links to help you around!

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train AU wherein Mariel is a conductor and Axtapor is a regular passenger. she always trips over her feet when she goes to tear Axtapor's ticket and she keeps all the stubs in her sweater vest pocket over her heart. one day he sees her put it away and asks her if she wants to get dinner but she says she cant bc she has to take the train all the way to the final stop so he says he'll buy a ticket to there and she asks if he's sure bc it's far and then he says he'll wait because 'yer my heart's last stop'. anyway I think she faints and the train is VERY delayed

YES and when she swoons the little hat comically flies off her head and lands in Axtapor's lap haha

perfect. but what if: train AU but it's a musical and that's part of the choreography

omg yes! and the train set pulls away until its just Mariel and Axtapor in the scene and he helps her up and they both start a meaningful duet under a spotlight as they dance together 😭 and during the dance, their outfits change and so does the scene around them to suggest they've gone on lots of dates and when the song ends, they end up on a beach watching the sunrise

We need more representation of brooding women. Why are only men allowed to be a haunted stoic type? Let more women be moody violent bad asses.

Happy STS, Nopal! It's been a while since I did a scenario question (and I love hearing about your characters), so: your characters are taking a weekend trip out of town! Where do they go? How do they get there? Who is running to the tourist traps? Who does something they could have done at home? How do they eat? What else do they do there? Etc.

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MOSHKE 😭😭😭😭 happy belated STS!

I'm so behind on so many writeblr things bc of Life though things are starting to calm down so I hope to get back on track with being a little more active here. thank you so much for including me 🥺

Where do they go?

Honestly its probably really hard for them to agree on a single destination lol. I image there is a lot of fighting but in the end they find themselves on a tropical island of some kind. In universe its probably a place like Haven of Macaws.

How do they get there?

Sailing of course! Even Mariel wouldn't have it another way!

Who is running to the tourist traps?

Definitely Hartim and Lexlar lol. They live for that kind of shit. They love tacky little souvenirs and the theatrics of people who work in touristy places. Also if there are special menu items or drinks that are priced SUPER high for tourists, they're game lol.

Who does something they could have done at home?

Mariel lol. She's at her most adventurous with Axtapor but if you leave her to her own devices she's sticking to what she knows. This includes eating things she knows she likes, doing activities she's familiar with, and the like.

How do they eat?

When they're apart they kind of get up to their own things, but I think they have a group meal or two and this one they cook together on a beach somewhere by the ships. Perhaps a suckling pig with extra crispy skin? There is, of course, copious amounts of alcohol involved and lots of singing, fiddling, and dancing.

What else do they do there?

Fay definitely spends most of her time swimming. Mariel and Wilkes spend a lot of time reading. Axtapor bugs Mariel and when he's not bugging her, he's thinking about bugging her. Rapheus catalogues new flora he's not familiar with, Jace follows along and carries Rapheus's equipment for him but is lowkey impatient to go off on his own. But this is only because he heard Lexlar and Hartim talking about surfing and now he wants to try it. Lexlar and Hartim meanwhile, do said surfing and Lexlar breaks part of his tail lol.

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Because this is, in fact, still a writeblr (hard to believe i know!), have a tag game! I was tagged by @oh-no-another-idea, here thanks so much, my dear friend!

This snippet comes from something I recently edited for AASOAF 3:

“Axtapor, I—” His head suddenly raised, regaling me with the fierce look in his eyes. “I will find a way. I swear it, Mariel. I will find a way.” “No, no, perhaps…” The world spun about me once more, “Perhaps this is all we were meant to do— We—” His lips crashed against mine. “Nay say that. Nay say it. We nay been wrong, ye hear me? We nay been.” “Axtapor, please, you’re not—” Another kiss. “You’re not listening—” “Do ye hate me so?” He asked, in the few inches of space between us. “H-How can you say that?” “Because this nay been the first time of late ye been tryin’ to send me ‘way.” My chin quivered and I shook my head. “It’s because I love you that I wish for you to go. I’m afraid you’ll keep losing things and people because of me and you’ll realize, when it’s far too late, that none of it was worth it! That I wasn’t worth it! I can’t let you lose your family. I won’t…” “Without ye, I nay have one.” “W-What?” “It been ye I want as mother of my wee ones. As my wife and woman, well and true. Without ye, I been dismasted…been floatin’, lost. But with ye, gods, with ye, been as if the sun shone on my face! My relations been family ‘nough, but I nay chose ‘em. But I chose ye, and ye been the best thin’ in my sorry life, do ye understand? If’n ye leave me, ye’ll cut my heart out, lass, and I will die. So if’n ye love me, as ye say you do, stay with me. Stay with me, lass, stay with me, because I canno bear to lose ye ‘gain. Cost what it may, I need ye darlin’, I always will!” I wept as he pulled me into his arms. Every logical, guilt-ridden corner of my mind screamed at me that I had failed again, that I was too weak to undertake what fate placed before me, that I was irresponsible and reckless. But that wounded part in the center of my chest was soothed. How afraid I had been he would let me go…
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Thank you for this one, @tragicheirs, @winterandwords, and @mysticstarlightduck!! I'm reporting in from a cafe where I just rattled off 2k :D Here's a snippet!

The trip back to Fred’s place seemed shorter now that she knew enough to recognize the place, the gray painted walls and the third door that belonged to him. Becca folded her note and slipped it into the crack between the door and the frame, accidentally knocking her elbow into the door as she did so. The paper fell the first time she tried, so she knelt and picked it up. When she went to stick it there again, the door opened, and it fell at her feet again. “Becca?” said Fred, standing there in his suspenders and socks. Becca straightened up, crumpling her note in her hand. “You’re home,” she said lamely. “Which is. Obvious to see. I can come back later?” “Come on,” Fred said, yanking her in via her arm. Becca had no choice but to follow him. He shut the door behind them, and Becca glanced casually around, noting the two chairs and the table that folded down from the wall, the cramped kitchen, the lumpy couch under the window, the single door on the far wall that likely opened to the bedroom. “To what do I owe this surprise?” Fred asked, crossing his arms, and either purposefully or by happenstance blocking her exit. Becca wasn’t scared though. Not yet. She lifted her chin and repeated the words she’d written for him. “I went looking for you at the record store, but you’d left. I want to talk. I want…I want to tell you the truth.”' Fred raised an eyebrow. Becca pressed herself up on her tiptoes and then sternly stopped herself. She didn’t need to draw more attention to the fact that she was acting like a child. Sighing, Fred ran a hand over his face. In the rumpled state of his clothes with his hair coming loose from the cream he used to keep it down during the day, Becca wasn’t the only one who looked young. “I’m just worried about you,” he said lowly. “I know.” “And I didn’t mean to push you.” “I know.” Fred looked at her, really looked, something sorrowful in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said.

Passing on the tags to @reneesbooks @revenantlore @writernopal @zmwrites @writingrosesonneptune and anyone else who sees this!

train AU wherein Mariel is a conductor and Axtapor is a regular passenger. she always trips over her feet when she goes to tear Axtapor's ticket and she keeps all the stubs in her sweater vest pocket over her heart. one day he sees her put it away and asks her if she wants to get dinner but she says she cant bc she has to take the train all the way to the final stop so he says he'll buy a ticket to there and she asks if he's sure bc it's far and then he says he'll wait because 'yer my heart's last stop'. anyway I think she faints and the train is VERY delayed

YES and when she swoons the little hat comically flies off her head and lands in Axtapor's lap haha

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Hello! Ella here, it's nice to meet you! Thanks for stopping by.

I joined Tumblr in 2021, started sharing stories online in 2018, and I've been writing for fun for even longer than that! Science fiction is my usual jam, but I also dabble in fantasy, horror, mystery, and thriller. I'm always looking for another good read and I'm easy to please, so Ii you're a reader or writer, hit me up! We'll have a lot to talk about.

When I'm not writing, I'm pretty much always looking for an excuse to info dump about my beloved WIPs, so tag games and asks in my inbox are both welcome! I can't promise a quick response every time, but I'll try my best!

Otherwise, I don't have much else to say. If you need me, I'll be quietly lurking and collecting shiny posts to add to my ever-flowing magpie nest of a blog. Oh, and I'll occasionally come out to throw a shitpost into the void. I'm rarely funny on purpose, but I've been told I've got some zingers, so if you could just clap and nod politely before moving on, that would be lovely! But in all seriousness, I hope I can make you smile!

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The Lore

—‌I'm currently pursuing degrees in English creative writing and gender, sexuality, and race studies, and a minor in publishing and printing arts. So, naturally, I can be a busy gal.

—‌My absolute dream is to be a published author, but I also have aspirations to work in voice acting and community theater.

—‌I've been playing the flute for ten years, and am slowly picking up piano and guitar. I'd love to eventually learn my way around a drum set as well, if I ever find the time, money, and discipline. Maybe I'll even write my own music one day, who knows?

—‌I do competitive swimming, weightlifting, and yoga, and I rode horses for several years. Beyond that, I'm pretty much hopeless at sports. My depth perception and hand-eye coordination leave much to be desired.

—‌I used to draw a LOT, and inspiration still strikes every now and then. I haven't been that dedicated to the craft in recent years, so I've lost a lot of mojo, but I hope to one day find the confidence to share some doodles!

—‌I have a passion for animals, and I volunteered at my local zoo and aquarium for many years. I might go back one day, but for now, I work as a lifeguard and swim instructor.

—‌I make my own dice and play Dungeons & Dragons. My PFP is my tiefling bard, Enyo. If you're interested in learning more about her lore, check out this post (which features even more art and the wonderful artists I commissioned to make them)!

—‌We can be friends, as long as you're friendly and respectful. I don't tolerate any form of hate.

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WIP MASTER LIST

If you enjoy a chapter, please consider letting me know by reblogging and leaving a comment! I welcome anything you have to say, so long as you're kind. Useful and constructive criticism is always encouraged if you catch something I didn't, so feel free to share your (respectful) feedback, opinions, or questions. I'm always looking to improve and I appreciate all the support I can get!
THE HARMONT HEROES SERIES —‌A fusion of science fiction and urban fantasy told through the dual POV of two sisters on opposite ends of society. This saga features mystery and intrigue, thrills and chills, and an array of LGBTQ+ characters. -BOOK ONE: Agent Ace -BOOK TWO: TBA -BOOK THREE: TBA -BOOK FOUR: TBA
EMBR OF THE EARTH (Standalone)—‌In the far, unknown future, the world is overrun by human survivors, robot scouts, and hostile, alienesque creatures that came from nowhere. A ragtag group of teens choose to leave the safety of their satellite and return to Earth, determined to discover what happened to their planet and find out if there's a way to save it. -ON INDEFINITE HIATUS -The current, unpolished draft is available on Wattpad.
ENCORE (Standalone) —‌An eighteen-year-old girl is rescued from a deserted island as the lone survivor with an unbelievable story. Twelve years later, the same girl, now a struggling musician tortured by the past, is given an opportunity to go back in time to save her friends. But with such high stakes to succeed, the price may be too much to pay. -A twist on the Final Girl trope in classic horror. -COMING TO TUMBLR SOON! Get started with the first five chapters here.

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WHERE ELSE YOU CAN FIND ME

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USS Vermont: The Warship that never fought

USS Vermont was a 74-gun ship of the line laid down in 1818 but not launched until 1848. By then, naval technology had advanced, making her design obsolete for combat. Instead, she served as a receiving ship, housing and processing sailors. Vermont remained in this stationary role until she was decommissioned and scrapped in the early 20th century.

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