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#Andrew Garfield: The Amazing Spiderman Middle Child

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GRACES TO THE GRAVE ⤳ aka GANG WIP; an april camp nano reintroduction

I am coming, death screamed to anyone who cared to listen. I am here.

GENRE; alternative historical fantasy

AUDIENCE; new adult

STATUS; draft 1.5? ish?

TROPES; enemies/rivals to lovers, gang rivalries, trio of best friends and their shenanigans, victorian era/slight steampunk world building, fighting the patriarchy, secret identities, marriage of convenience, "who did this to you?"

WARNINGS; violence, kidnapping, dark themes, murder, adult content

LINKS; accountability thread (x) | main tag (x) | excerpts (x)

SYNOPSIS;

Victorian London is on the precipice of destruction.

As civil war breaks out between the city’s most formidable gangs, Juliette Edevane finds herself with a daring mission: kill the leaders of the Bonellis and secure her position as heir to London’s underworld. But orchestrating the deaths of Ruth and Cassius Granville is not as simple as it may seem.

Juliette is swept into a world of murder, magic, and marriage - where a wedding between her and a long-time rival may signify the line between success and failure in her mission. Armed with such an alliance, she must navigate the dangerous waters of a London built on the blood of gang rivalries, where betrayal and death hides around every corner. And yet, with her own heart on the line, she must confront where her true allegiances lie: with her gang, with her husband, or with those she once thought to be her greatest enemies.

CHARACTERS;

juliette edevane. she/her. the jinx. a half-fae born into the night.

misty lygon. she/her. the jinx. a banshee made of death.

lun qi. he/him, they/them. the jinx. a warrior built from blood.

isaac farley. he/him. the bronze vipers. a criminal founded in sanguinity.

ruth granville. she/her. the bonellis. an assassin created in the underworld.

cassius granville. he/him. the bonellis. a wolf in sheep's clothing.

AESTHETIC; pomegranate juice slipping down your chin, blood on a knife, dancing under the moon, stolen kisses, hatred that consumes you, love that feels like loathing

PSD CREDIT; white lights by @notoriousgraphics <3333

tagging a few mutuals; @sourrcandy @seasteading @serpentarii @ikilledmyocs @kazino @atelierwriting @cheshawrites @endymionstudies @lyingfig @veneritia @asablehart @lasbrumas @razegold @aurienyx @charlesjosephwrites @moariin

any boosting is well appreciated <3

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gang wip -> a comic sans powerpoint

MY BELOVEDDDDDDDD <33333333 she has a title now !!!!! graces to the grave is a phrase from shakespeare's a twelfth night

anyways big thank u to djarn on picrew and dream by wombo for all the images !!!

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dream by wombo has taken over my life <3

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a shadow's demise; a wip introduction

(temporary) synopsis;

a cursed princess exiled from her home under the sea. a pirate who dreams of learning the world’s most well kept secrets. the hunt for a sleepless witch that could be the answer to all their needs.

genre; fantasy, sleeping beauty x little mermaid retelling but make it DARK

stage; planning/first draft

audience; new adult

pov; third person

themes and tropes; underwater royalty, a quest for hidden items, exiled princess, stowaway on a pirate ship, crime, an adventure to get back home, mermaids and pirates and witches, forbidden magic, unreliable narrator, anti-heroes and villains

warnings; dark themes, violence, murder, kidnapping, mentions of blood

aesthetic; eating pomegranate and watching the juice pour over your chin, the beach on a stormy winters day, parents who despise your existence, the type of homesickness you feel only when looking at the moon

characters;

talise; crown princess of saphyrus

fabian dullane; master scholar of the seas

enric lamonte; pirate captain of the soulless serpent

psd credit; blown by nightingale on deviantart

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writeblr (re)introduction;

hi it’s me back with my billionth second reintro because i took a hiatus from tumblr. again. my mental health said BYE and i felt it was best that i take a break for myself

anyways i have a heap of new followers (and a bunch of new wips!) that i wanna make the rounds with.

about;

so hi! i’m molly, she/her, eighteen. i like to think of myself as the cryptid writer who hates hero worshipping, enjoys some cute purple prose here and there, and has some very self-indulgent wips

im a member of @welcometowriteblr​ and @umbrellaacadnet​, and im also a content writer and sometimes social media manager for @ogmamagazine​ !

i love fantasy, angst, history and politics, and i feel like that prolly reflects a lot in all of my works. 

speaking of, my main (and newest!) wips are currently:

secret wip;

all’s well that ends well… might not actually end well (until it does)

new adult high fantasy

aesthetic is summer weather, long dresses dragging in the grass, girls with big dreams, castles made of stone and lies

intro post here (x)

the further we fall;

ya/na icarus retelling

featuring a teenage boy in love with the sun, a father who cares more for his inventions than his child, and a king hell bent on vengeance

was inspired by me jamming out to icarus by bastille when it came on at work

will be introducing soon!

other wips include:

burning our ashes;

There were two things that separated Cedarvale Academy from other schools: it was a private magic school, for only the most gifted and most wealthy; and it was a place where murder could happen.

ya murder mystery 

introduction (x) | tag (x)

the sinners (and the saints buried within);

Maybe Ross was right: perhaps he did deserve this. For being a mutant, a monster.

peter parker in the raft fanfic

ao3 link here (x)

other links;

twitter (x) | ao3 (x) | wattpad (x) | fanfiction sb (x) | chapbook (x)

tagging;

@cheshawrites​ @scaevolawrites​ @sprigofbasil​ @atelierwriting​ @wordsbynathan​ @moariin​ @raven-ink​

any boosting would be well appreciated uwu🥺❤️

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the tunnels

a (rough) vignette | part one

curiosity got the better of me. 

i dug my fingers underneath the rough limestone tile, igniting an uproar of dust within the room that quickly whispered away into the space that now lay beneath my feet. the hole was large and square, void of light, with no indication of what form of treasures or horrors lay below — that alluring kind of darkness that beguiled those stupid enough to indulge in the mystery.

and oh boy was i stupid.

[4:05pm | 68% battery life | ◢ 4G ]

i lowered my legs down into the hole, and dropped down haphazardly onto the cool surface below. i couldn’t believe it.

it was a tunnel.

the tunnels that ran underneath the academy were not exactly a secret — everyone in town knew about them. the only thing was, no one had managed to find them. 

it was the kind of myth that everyone somehow knew, but with no recollection of who had told them or how they manage to stumble upon said knowledge. local kids that went missing were said to have been ‘lost in the tunnels’, a rumour started by the older generation of townfolk in an attempt to scare kids into keeping themselves safe and home before dark (whether the phrase actually had any validity was up to the beholder, but either way, no one was keen to find out).

everyone knew of the tunnels. no one knew anything about them.

[4:09pm | 68% battery life | ◢ 4G ]

dust from the long uncleaned floors of the classroom above danced and swayed in the beam of light emanating from the surface, as the fine particles trickled their way into my mouth, still agape from fear, intrigue, shock — whatever concoction of emotions one would experience given the whole ‘dark secret abandoned mysterious tunnel’ situation.

it was a lot to take in. 

“oh my...” my voice echoed into the hazy darkness; i was dumbfounded.

i ran my hand against the walls, they were cold and smooth with rounded grooves that ran around the circumference of the tunnel, capillaries of earth and stone.

i looked back up pensively towards the light of the surface, a concept now high above my head. 

i wasn’t going to be getting out that way any time soon.

“hm...” i moved my gaze back into the tunnel, my eyes taking a moment to re-adjust to the shadowed path before me.

forward it is then.

clouds of dust and vapor swelled at my feet as i traveled further into the dark. 

at some point i fumbled my phone out of my pocket and switched on the flashlight; my eyes could no longer keep up with the quickly diminishing light. the atmosphere was eerily stagnant, yet moving at the same time, the fog turbulently flowing around my ankles like ocean water onto the shore. the cave felt alive but still. a kind of dormant.

as i moved further inward i started noticing the patterns on the cave walls. intricate, arcane looking shapes that toed the line between natural and man-made.

i ran my finger over one of the shapes.

"bizarre...”

[4:13pm | 65% battery life | ◿ 4G ]

after about eight minutes i found myself at a crossroads: 

the path split off into two. 

i had a think about the problem for a while, but eventually settled on the fact that both sides looked identical. i left it up to eenie meenie miney moe to solve my ultimatum.

left it was.

i opened up my notes app (i figured if anyone could get lost in a set of dark, cold, catacombs, it would be me). i needed to keep track of where i was going, and where i had been, otherwise i had no chance of getting out of here with a pulse. 

i typed in a note:

first split went left

“modern day breadcrumbs, not my worst idea.” 

i had to keep moving.

[4:47pm | 52% battery life | No Signal ]

i was in deep now.

there was no telling how far beneath the surface i was, but from my instincts alone (which, being honest, had not done me so well thus far), i certainly didn’t feel like i was close.

as the tunnel split off into more and more directions my notes app started to fill up, until it formed some kind of personal multi-step self-help guide to reaching the surface again.

how to escape a dark ancient forbidden tunnel (in just 7 easy steps!) | [4:36pm]

my method was working for the moment.

[4:59pm | 47% battery life | No Signal ]

it was not long after the eleventh turn that i started to hear sounds. faint and indistinct, but there.

murmurings and whispers, omnidirectional and omnipresent, yet with no clear source or intelligible meaning.

it was then that that pivotal question entered my mind, eating away at the dark recesses of my consciousness, until it became my one and only thought. that singular, inescapable question that crucified you with absolute fear.

what if i’m not alone down here?

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some words on self-expression

some prose

self-expression is an interesting creature. it yearns to flourish in liberation, yet ably does so rarily. the brightest crevices of imagination seem to stay dormant.

how does one call on such divine inspiration? to fulfill the needs of the heart, mind and soul? to create limitlessly that which the soul desires? imagination is liberating yet binding.

that longing to create, the desire to own something truly individual, truly unique formed only of one mind, free of contamination. the purest form of self-expression.

the song bird longs to be free, uncaged by the constraints of its own mind.

it longs to soar and sing.

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a long road

a vignette

it had been long since they’d left the city, and the dense urban atmosphere that once seemed to envelope vlad’s faded red pickup had now been abandoned for the open landscape that seemed to span endlessly around the automobile as they cruised along the rural highway toward arizona.

a road sign broke up the sparse emptiness, followed by a billboard sporting a bright yellow logo over a sea of red.

artemis turned to vlad, who, despite their clearly desolate surroundings, stared warily at the road ahead of them.

“can we get mcdonalds?”

vlad was dumbfounded.

“the world is ending in four days and you’re asking me to stop for mcdonalds?”

“oh please.” artemis crossed her arms. “even if we do stop, we’ll be there in two days- tops”

vlad pondered in silence for a good minute (as he usually does when he’s put on the spot) before he sternly slipped the word “fine” from his lips. artemis turned to face the windshield once again, giggling.

...

the greasy paper made an incalculable amount of noise as artemis pulled out her chips from the depths of the bag, her face beaming. vlad was not as content, but he figured he could use the energy anyway, even if it wasn’t in it’s most ideal form.

of course, his dear car now reeked of grease and chips, but the issue was slightly overshadowed by the impending end of the world.

and such.

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a longing warmth

a vignette

a dusty lp spun slowly under diamond needle- the record having stopped playing long ago- whilst an old-fashioned desk lamp flickered slightly overhead. scarlet from the evening sky was only just visible through the cracks of the blinds, as the bloom of the evening flourished into rays of warmth that reflected and pirouetted off the bland wallpapered-walls, illuminating the room, creating the uncomfortably nostalgic atmosphere of some place that was once familiar once upon a time.

kyra folded her brown plaid jacket over a chair; 8 years ago she would have felt at home.

8 years ago.

wow.

it had been a long time since she had last seen her brother. a week ago she would have despised the thought of seeing him, but, well, things change.

"what have you got yourself into now?"

she knew the answer of course, but it seemed to only add to the confusion.

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a fate intertwined

a vignette

the air was stagnant and stale. neither eye met at level, and the backs of head turned to face each other in bitter contempt- perfect silence whispered into the room like silk. the world stood still. a bitter sigh cut through the dead air. "what" yuki snapped, twirling to meet the back of akuyé's head. "we shouldn't be doing this" "you know full well this isn't up to us- we are way too far gone now" "i know but- this was never part of the plan" akuyé turned to face yuki, a single tear hit the floor. silence. again. it was a minute or two before the quiet vanished once again- an explosion sounded off in the distance, the sound reverberating off the stone walls into their chamber, the iron bars rattled as the sound simmered. "i just-" he paused. "i don't agree with this..."  "...we've been fighting for so long- to lose now..." akuyé broke to his knees, defeated. his palms recoiled slightly upon making contact with the cool damp cobblestone floor. rivers ran from his eyelids and softly floated towards the ground. yuki squatted, resting her palm on akuyé's shoulder. "it'll be okay..." she had never known what to say in these moments- her sister had always been the more sympathetic one. "we'll find a way" she added. a door creaked open and the roar of a ravenous crowd filled the space. yuki turned towards the noise. akuyé stood to attention. footsteps echoed from outside the chamber. the menacing figure approached the cage with a kind of sadistic grimace, and wrapped his gloved fingers around the iron bars. "you have five minutes- then it's show time for you two" he twisted his detestable face into a smirk and proceeded back outside to the open world- a concept that felt long distant by the couple at this point. "what are we gonna do??" akuyé broke once again. "we'll find a way" yuki repeated, her expression hardened:  "...we have to".