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Haunted House Bracket - Round 2

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6.13.24

i had actually posted the first episode all the way back in April, but then I got scared and embarrassed of my voice LMAO.

anyway, i got over that (it took months) but the first episode is now live!!

you can listen wherever!

also! here are the transcripts for the first episode!! i wanted to make sure that i included them because i have APD and i know that i always have to read along to podcasts!

i'm recording the second episode tonight and hope to have it edited and posted soon as well

anyway i think thats it! thanks everyone <3

content warnings for this episode include:

brief mentions of death

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PODCAST INTRODUCTION: From This Mouth That Bleeds

a retro-mecha cyberpunk sapphic audio drama (coming soon!)

Blurb

"Humanity took to the stars and left us for dead." Lorelei knows the end. Has seen it flicker along the edges of her home, catch fire to everything she's ever known. Has felt it gnaw its way into her bones, watching as the last safety ship glinted starlight in the sky. Lorelei knows the end. And she knows everything after, too. Lieutenant Lorelei Reeves is a first-generation, three-star pilot for the United Forces of the Red Remembrance. She is the only pilot capable enough to helm the UFRR's greatest mystery; Acheilus, an antiquated shark mecha from before The End. It is a time of peace; the bitterness from the Coalition of The Last Frontier's abandonment has long since diluted away in favor of lucrative trade deals from space - goods that could only benefit the UFRR's longevity underseas. It is a good deal, kind, even. Generous. But Lorelei cannot help but taste the tang of deceit between her teeth. The sickly stick of rot amplifies after she spots another shark mecha circling the edges of UFRR's water space. Sleek black and glinting metal - a convincing imitation of the UFRR's mechanics. The problem with this: Lorelei captains the only shark in the entire fleet.

Themes

loss, grief, being homesick for a home that no longer exists, loud-mouthed pilots, and trauma-stricken lesbians.

Snippet

My hands shake. Admiral Thetis was right about one other thing, too. I had been gone for a long time; I'd been gone for months. Months of an endless blue that pervaded my eyes, an infinitum of mouthless words, and moments to think and move as I pleased. I'd rediscovered creatures that hadn’t been seen in years, listened as whales called through, and laughed when other sharks circled Acheilus, trying to communicate. It might have been the closest thing to peace that I've ever felt.  Peace does not exist in the lion’s den— a name I've mocked HQ with —  instead, the oppressive nature of fear lies thick along the walls of the hull. Fear is every step you take, it is every beating heart, every conspired whisper. It exists within the hollows of my cells, in every ill-intended look cast my way. I am fear and they make me believe it. 

Taglist: let me know if you want to be added <3

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emily henry was so evil for writing this and then leaving it in her silly little romance novel where i read it and then realized things about myself 🔪🔪🔪🔪

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“—Imparadise me. Because, God, / I am guilty. I am sin-frenzied and full of teeth / for pear upon apple upon fig.”

— Natalie Diaz, from “Ode to the Beloved’s Hips,” Postcolonial Love Poem (via lifeinpoetry)

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a peek inside my Star White inspiration tag 🌠

Virginia Woolf, from “The Years” | Supernova Remnants © Chandra | Van Gogh’s Starry Night with the first image taken by the James Webb telescope by alpgenart | Hannibal 1.11 Rôti | Jean-Pierre Luminet | New York Times | Franz von Stuck - Falling Stars | sansaloyalist | NGC 1999, a nebula in the constellation Orion. (NASA/ESA/Hubble Heritage Team)

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being held would be so cool. wish physical touch was real

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PODCAST INTRODUCTION: From This Mouth That Bleeds

a retro-mecha cyberpunk sapphic audio drama (coming soon!)

Blurb

"Humanity took to the stars and left us for dead." Lorelei knows the end. Has seen it flicker along the edges of her home, catch fire to everything she's ever known. Has felt it gnaw its way into her bones, watching as the last safety ship glinted starlight in the sky. Lorelei knows the end. And she knows everything after, too. Lieutenant Lorelei Reeves is a first-generation, three-star pilot for the United Forces of the Red Remembrance. She is the only pilot capable enough to helm the UFRR's greatest mystery; Acheilus, an antiquated shark mecha from before The End. It is a time of peace; the bitterness from the Coalition of The Last Frontier's abandonment has long since diluted away in favor of lucrative trade deals from space - goods that could only benefit the UFRR's longevity underseas. It is a good deal, kind, even. Generous. But Lorelei cannot help but taste the tang of deceit between her teeth. The sickly stick of rot amplifies after she spots another shark mecha circling the edges of UFRR's water space. Sleek black and glinting metal - a convincing imitation of the UFRR's mechanics. The problem with this: Lorelei captains the only shark in the entire fleet.

Themes

loss, grief, being homesick for a home that no longer exists, loud-mouthed pilots, and trauma-stricken lesbians.

Snippet

My hands shake. Admiral Thetis was right about one other thing, too. I had been gone for a long time; I'd been gone for months. Months of an endless blue that pervaded my eyes, an infinitum of mouthless words, and moments to think and move as I pleased. I'd rediscovered creatures that hadn’t been seen in years, listened as whales called through, and laughed when other sharks circled Acheilus, trying to communicate. It might have been the closest thing to peace that I've ever felt.  Peace does not exist in the lion’s den— a name I've mocked HQ with —  instead, the oppressive nature of fear lies thick along the walls of the hull. Fear is every step you take, it is every beating heart, every conspired whisper. It exists within the hollows of my cells, in every ill-intended look cast my way. I am fear and they make me believe it. 

Taglist: let me know if you want to be added <3

Other socials

Twitter | Playlist | Buy me a coffee <3

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PODCAST INTRODUCTION: From This Mouth That Bleeds

a retro-mecha cyberpunk sapphic audio drama (coming soon!)

Blurb

"Humanity took to the stars and left us for dead." Lorelei knows the end. Has seen it flicker along the edges of her home, catch fire to everything she's ever known. Has felt it gnaw its way into her bones, watching as the last safety ship glinted starlight in the sky. Lorelei knows the end. And she knows everything after, too. Lieutenant Lorelei Reed is a first-generation, three-star pilot for the United Forces of the Red Remembrance. She is the only pilot capable enough to helm the UFRR's greatest mystery; Acheilus, an antiquated shark mecha from before The End. It is a time of peace; the bitterness from the Coalition of The Last Frontier's abandonment has long since diluted away in favor of lucrative trade deals from space - goods that could only benefit the UFRR's longevity underseas. It is a good deal, kind, even. Generous. But Lorelei cannot help but taste the tang of deceit between her teeth. The sickly stick of rot amplifies after she spots another shark mecha circling the edges of UFRR's water space. Sleek black and glinting metal - a convincing imitation of the UFRR's mechanics. The problem with this: Lorelei captains the only shark in the entire fleet.

Themes

loss, grief, being homesick for a home that no longer exists, loud-mouthed pilots, and trauma-stricken lesbians.

Snippet

My hands shake. Admiral Thetis was right about one other thing, too.  I had been gone for a long time; I'd been gone for months. Months of an endless blue that pervaded my eyes, an infinitum of mouthless words, and moments to think and move as I pleased. I'd rediscovered creatures that hadn’t been seen in years, listened as whales called through, and laughed when other sharks circled Acheilus, trying to communicate. It might have been the closest thing to peace that I've ever felt.  Peace does not exist in the lion’s den— a name I've mocked HQ with —  instead, the oppressive nature of fear lies thick along the walls of the hull. Fear is every step you take, it is every beating heart, every conspired whisper. It exists within the hollows of my cells, in every ill-intended look cast my way. I am fear and they make me believe it. 

Taglist: let me know if you want to be added <3

Other socials

Twitter | Playlist | Buy me a coffee <3

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reading a textbook for class and i’m going insane. why is this just poetry. what. this is a STEM class what’s going on.

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quick broad question for everyone: how do y'all typically go about your first drafts and deal with the anxiety that you aren't writing well enough?

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i'm starting a writing accountability thread for myself 8/12/22 from this mouth that bleeds stats: word count: 10,036/90k first draft goal: sept 30th, 2022

8/24/22

word count: 12,610/90k

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a peek inside my Star White inspiration tag 🌠

Virginia Woolf, from “The Years” | Supernova Remnants © Chandra | Van Gogh’s Starry Night with the first image taken by the James Webb telescope by alpgenart | Hannibal 1.11 Rôti | Jean-Pierre Luminet | New York Times | Franz von Stuck - Falling Stars | sansaloyalist | NGC 1999, a nebula in the constellation Orion. (NASA/ESA/Hubble Heritage Team)

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Writeblr Intro! (I think?)

I admit I’m kind of new to pretty much all of this, posting, Tumblr, Writeblr, you name it. I don’t really know what to write here, but, that’s a statement I’m sure that most of us have made many a time staring at an empty notebook page, an empty document, an empty file, so as with all those, best to just get to it, right?

Of what I’ve gathered seeing some of these while just scrolling and looking around, I take it you’re supposed to write some stuff about yourself in these, and while I’m absolutely dismal at doing that, I’ll do my best! Here’s some stuff I love!

Writing and reading fantasy in particular, from the high to the low and all of the stuff in between!

Contemporary fantasy, supernatural fiction, and urban fantasy are just great y’all.

Anything Sci-Fi. Seriously. From the more energetic and hopeful daring explorations to the cosmic horror and soul-shaking solitude of the abyss, all of it is just so damn brilliant. Especially if there’s science in the science fiction!

Sharing ideas! Talk about people’s WIPs, characters, and just hearing from all these brilliant and creative people! It’s just such a human experience to hear the excitement in someone voice or writing when they share things about something they put so much work and time and love into, y’know?

WORLDBUILDING. There’s just something about a world that’s well thought out with little details, or just unique, and vibrant, and creative that makes me happy, and, per what I said above? Hearing about people’s worlds is the BEST.

Mortally gray characters, Queer characters, Morally gray queer characters.

As for just general stuff:

Oversized anything, hoodies, sweaters, all of it is so comfy!

Tea.

Drawing! I do traditional art with just pencil and paper, and hope to draw more stuff for the stuff I write, although I get caught in the trap of striving to perfectionism too often…

Music! My taste is all over the place, but, I guess it’s really just anything that catches my ear, that I’ll enjoy! Soundtrack-style music is probably what I’d describe to be my favorite stuff though, music I can see scenes being written to, which is often times a process of inspiration for me.

DnD is just wild. If you write and haven’t ever played you’re missing out. If you just haven’t played in general, you’re missing out! I DM for a few friends of mine, though I admit not too often though I wish I could…

I’m a guy, still figuring stuff out but I guess Bi and Pan are labels that fit, and he/him, but I’ve been called lots and I accept any!

About my WIPs!

I’ve got three! Two are mine, one is a collaboration I’m writing together with my partner cause they’re a brilliant writer too, and are so much better at writing and creating character dynamics than me, and they’re the person who got me into writing in the first place!

Mundi Somniorum / Circa Specturgia

Title is a work in progress as I’m not too happy with it, can’t decide which one I prefer over the other. I can’t say I have a wordcount I’m aiming at, but it’s the world and characters I’ve put the most work into, and plan to continue, and see where it goes! I’m not sure how to describe the genre as I was never too good with the genre stuff but I’d say I just add whatever I feel is interesting to a high fantasy world with some magic realism set in the 1500-1700s! If I like something I find a way to add it, weave it in and incorporate it into the patchwork, and I find that to be the most fun!

Found family, enemies-to-lovers, very-close-knit main cast, lots of magic and queerness and pain, and a vibrant and expansive world I hope to continue expanding on!

I’ll tag it as #circa specturgia and #wip.circa specturgia when I post about it!

Prometheus

Technically is kinda sorta a bit of a fanfic…? I think? Is it a fanfic if all you took from canon was some character archetypes and the general direction and scenario from the opening of the show? I’ll just call it a WIP idk.

A story inspired by VLD and fueled by spite and disgruntled annoyance at the train-wreck of a dumpster fire that it became, I love it so much. Lots of inspiration taken from stories like Interstellar, and The Martian, and fandoms like SCP, forming a sort of Sci-fi story! Pretty much anything that I find to be cool Sci-fi that doesn’t quite fit in my more fantasy oriented WIP, goes in here!

The crew of the first superluminal interstellar voyage, the Prometheus, become lost outside the observable universe, in unknown space, more than 46.5 billion light years from home, with no feasible way to return. Soon however, they find they are far from being alone, surrounded by the ruins of alien civilizations, and unraveling the mystery of what happened….

The album “Exogenesis” by Audiomachine for the vibes if anyone feels like looking into em, and Audiomachine in general since they make great music for inspiration!

I’ll tag it as #prometheus and #wip.prometheus when I post about it!

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Henry James, from The Portrait of a Lady Florence and the Machine, from Big God Mary Shelley, from Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus Gillian Flynn, from Gone Girl Helen Oyeyemi, from White Is for Witching Virginia Woolf, from To the Lighthouse

Jupiter and Io, by Antonio da Correggio (c. 1530) The Others, written, directed and scored by Alejandro Amenábar (2001) Crimson Peak, directed by Guillermo del Toro (2015)

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