#writing and writhing

[where-i-keep-my-sh-t]

I’m trying a newer, looser poetry, in addition to my typical short stories.

do you like my content? does anyone read it?

nyx, don’t read that last post.

[chrliekclly]

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

oct 2024 episode of octa + 4koma update

***SPOILERS for the new Episode of Octavinelle chapter (13) and this month's 4koma!*** Reminder that there is no Episode of Savanaclaw update this month.

Ayo... 😳 The girlies are fighting... asdjvaiutfvaofdilfei AZUL FINDING IT IN HIMSELF TO PUSH UP HIS GLASSES ANYWAY, AS IF THAT'S SUPPOSED TO INTIMIADATE LEONA SoMEHOW??? ???f????? ? ? ? ? ??

… Also why the FUCK is Leona’s skirt skewed like THAT… I know that’s NOT how that shirt looks in the game 😭 COVER UP WHORE

WEH... OJITAN SAVING THE DAY BY YOINKING RUGGIE BY THE SCRUFF... Makin' up for almost sanding him yourself, I see... WHAT A GOOD ONII-SAMA... (<- delusional)

This is kinda cool yet also disturbing and gross 💀 Azul seems to have a bunch of tentacles shooting out from his back (he still seems to have legs???). And then those tentacles shoot out and grab people's talents for him... LIKE THEY SHOVE THEMSELVES DOWN YOUR WINDPIPE AND RETRIEVE IT

LIKE UGH I'M MGAGGING SJUST THINKIGN ABOUT IT, THAT SHIT MSUT FEEL SO UNcFOMROTABLE ... THE TENTACLE SQUIRMING AROUND INSIDE OF YOU... YOINKING OUT A PEIC EOF YOURSELF... EWwwwwwWwwwwwwwWWwwwwWWWwww 😭

There's many panels of Azul and his tentacles causing havoc and snatching up mob students + the twins showing up and fighting his tentacles off. BUT. AFGUADVKFADUVAOGVUEGVWIYEFBIAL IT MAKES ME KINDA ILL LOOKING AT THE TENTACLES SO I;M JUST ONGNGA KEEP WHAT I SHARE TO A MINIUMUM... OTL SORRY, I FIND IT REALLY ICK

The trend of Azul making the most out-of-pocket expressions continues. Bro's LITERALLY the screaming crying throwing up meme?????? (For comparison, Riddle bled ink from a different spot; ie his head.) Although here I feel really bad for him, because it CANNOT be good to be leaking ink from your eye sockets, nose, AND mouth... Please help this boy...

NOT THIS NOT THIS, ASHENGROTTO... HE'S SO UNHINGED, WHY'S HE PULLING A YUNO GASAI FACE

HE'S FINALLY SNAPPING, GFUYS.... .. .. . . ..... .. . . .. . . . .. . .. . . I love the detail of Azul looking like he's sinking in Ursula's cauldron and her poor unfortunate souls + bottled critters for her potions are mobbing him... The encroaching despair...

Aw, the twins are worried about Azul and call out to hinm... JADE EVEN SHOWING HIS TEETH, EVEN THOUGH HE CLAIMS IT "EMBARRASSES" HIM...

I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE, OCTATRIO... 🫵 YOU'RE FRIENDS... YOU CAR EABOTU EACH OTHER, DON'T DEN Y IT

Also, these!! (Because I didn't know where to cram them before.) A back shot of kid!Azul and a really REALLY blurry image of their class picture in the Atlantica museum.

Hopefully we get to see kid!Azul in full during his flashbacks :DD

... And now for complete tonal whiplash, this months' 4koma features Deuce as the main character! He's accidentally bleaches Kalim's Magic Carpet (thinking it is his lab coat). He tries various methods to restore the Magic Carpet but ultimately goes to Malleus for help.

[dirty-bosmer]

Wip Wednesday

tagged by @sulphuricgrin @hircines-hunter @silly-little-diary @bostoniangirl21 @theoneandonlysemla @skyrim-forever @saltymaplesyrup

Thank you, my lovely talented mutuals <3 I am tagging: @gilgamish @ladytanithia @kookaburra1701 @elavoria @sylvienerevarine @unironicallytes @miliabyntite @inkysqueed @pocket-vvardvark @moriche @heavy-metal-dick @pyre-of-pages @throughtrialbyfire @babyblueetbaemonster

Finally felt motivated to work on my Skyrim fic. It's been a while, and I've miss my horrible little necromancer brat, so here's a snip from upcoming chapter 8 of Slither and Writhe.

After a traumatic start to her journey in Skyrim, Sylawen wakes up in Whiterun:

But an hour or so later, Sylawen was not so much falling asleep as she was floating awake, buoyed in a state of mindless boredom. I knew Danica gave me the weak stuff, she bemoaned and turned over in her cot to stare at the temple ceiling. More intrusive brightness poured in from the high windows, flooding her eyes until she was forced to squint. It must have been midday at least, the light so clean and golden. Buttery almost, like she could spread it on toast. The longer she lay bathed in the sun's rays, the easier it was to welcome the warmth, yet Sylawen found herself reluctant to fully acknowledge the days beauty while feeling like a pile of squashed scrib. Still, she kept her eyes trained on the window, because she’d been staring at the walls for so long that she was beginning to find faces in the wood grains. Her Mother. Rillion. Tazara. Thrynn. Did anyone know where she was? Did anyone care? Hells, she knew no more than what Danica had told her, that she was at the Temple of Kynareth in Whiterun (wherever that was). Dorand would have known, if he were still alive, and in thinking of him and his savage end, the spit in Sylawen’s mouth grew thin.  There was so very little that had kept her from meeting the same fate, and even now, starved and beaten and reeling from fever, she could hardly believe she’d brushed so close to death. How did one day in Skyrim end so catastrophically?  Eight, I hate this place. As if she needed to remind herself again. She’d told Mother that sending her to Skyrim was a mistake, and for once in maybe all of Sylawen’s life, she was not pleased to be proven correct. A finch or sparrow or some such winged creature darted past the window in a blur. It landed on the eave frames beneath the temple roof, appeared to be building a nest, weaving strands of grass with its beak. Sylawen watched it, given there was nothing else for her to do. Well at least someone likes it here.  “Oh, you’re still awake.”  Craning her neck, Sylawen found Danica approaching from the back door, wiping the dirt from her hands with a rag. She’d just come in from the garden, and bundles of freshly harvested lavender overflowed the basket on her arm.  “Regretfully,” Sylawen replied. “Well, good because someone’s here to see you.” “Not like this, they aren’t.”  Danica did not look amused. “It’s one of the Companions who brought you in.” Sylawen still didn’t know what that meant— a Companion— and could only recall fuzzy images of yesterday. A looming giant. A woman with jagged green scars. A man with eyes made of ice. “I-I’m in no state for someone to see me,” she said, raking one hand through her knotted hair and feeling the sudden need to cover her belly. “Tell them I’m not taking any visitors.”  “He was asking about you this morning too. You might consider it polite to offer thanks, if they still have manners down in Cyrodiil that is.”

[disarmd]

It’s truly fascinating to see Lando contrasted with Charles, like Lando, sitting there looking completely normal: having a full meltdown over a slightly askew curl. Charles, purring: I look perfect. Lando, waking up, talking about how bad he looks, talking about how nervous he is. Meanwhile, Charles: no, I don’t feel any nerves.

[austin-friars]

The Wandering Sinner - Austin // St. Christopher - Michael Logen // The Road Not Taken - Robert Frost // The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock - T. S Elliot

[where-i-keep-my-sh-t]

Eugh!

Let me in on it too!

I wanna do the freaky stuff you do!

My life’s so boring— I need a shot!

Of big excitement— that’s burning red hot!

Why just her- why not me??

Haven’t I proven myself to be worthy?

I keep hearing about it through secondhand sources.

But when I bring it up, you’re like ‘hold your horses’.

Am I really that unattractive…?

Do you hate me that dearly?

If so, keep going, because that’s the message you’re giving me.

‘Hyperfixation’, a thing you can’t control.

Does it keep you from loving me too? Take that much of a toll?

I just want a relationship— for you to kiss me sweetly.

But you keep going to other people— and doing it all right where I can see!

I told myself ‘calm down’ becuase it should be a win-win.

Either bag a shiny new toy I’ve been eyeing for a while…

Or be saved from atrocious sin.

My parents surely would say no…

But baby, they don’t have to know!

So tell me what the problem is— why you’d take a chance with anyone,

But when I step on stage looking to get lucky, you deny me all the fun!

I’ve never done this sort of thing before, and you won’t even let me try?

Or maybe you learned of my lack of experience, and were prompted to wonder why.

…

Yeah I think I get the message now.

I just must not be your type!

Ahaha, well that’s okay. Dating? I never understood the hype.

Kissing, fucking all that mess. I accepted long ago I’m not the same as the rest.

So go on, I suppose, on your goofy folly.

Date them kiss them fuck them, you won’t get a reaction from me.

Hopefully, eventually, my want of you will slip away.

Cuz’ I’m not getting your attention. That much is clear as day.

I hate this burning lust- it turns my insides to dust.

So get out of my life right now and painfully if you must.

I should’ve known long ago.

That those I like are doomed to go.

Not even a single chance, huh?

A first and last kiss, a single final dance?

…

Right, unlovable, unfeasible, undesired.

Laughable, unappeasable, wretched, retired.

I’ll never be fit for anyone, for as long as my days stretch on.

To long for someone is poison. Soon my heart will be gone.

[readgoods]

Price coming home, too tired to properly play - his Doll using him for her own pleasure, pushing him to overstimulation. She’s been pent up, waiting for him all this time. Not her fault she needs her man.

[goatsandgangsters]

gdocs offered me many helpful suggestions on my last binding christmas fic

[hellishfig]

the battle of twelve brooks part 1... there are 8 parts to this battle

[remixablix]

Do you understand my vision?

[dirty-bosmer]

WIP Wednesday

I haven't done one of these in a hot minute because I haven't been writing a whole lot, BUT I scrounged something up today. I was tagged over the past few weeks by my dear friends @skyrim-forever @thequeenofthewinter @bostoniangirl21 @throughtrialbyfire thank you all! I'm looking forward to catching up on everyone's art and writing :))

tagging forward: @elavoria @sheirukitriesfandom @ladytanithia @saltymaplesyrup @vivifriend @miraakulous-cloud-district <3

From Slither and Writhe Chapter 7 (in which we finally get to Whiterun)

“Four fingers.” Sylawen looked at her raised fist and frowned. “Not quite.” “Three! Three fingers then. Wait, no, wait. Two. There, that’s my final answer.” “You don’t get a prize for guessing the correct amount, Thrynn. Can you count them or not? The whole point of this exercise is to assess the damage and determine whether or not you can see anything.” “I can see just fine,” Thrynn grumbled, lowering the hand shielding his left eye to glare at her through its swollen, purple lids. Sylawen hesitated to call it his ‘good’ eye. It was more so his ‘least terrible’ eye. Even ‘better eye’ seemed too generous. “Vision’s always been shit from afar, that’s all.” Sylawen could feel her lips twisting into an even deeper grimace the longer she stared at Thyrnn’s unfortunate face. She’d done what she could for the eye she’d stabbed, which, given their limited resources and her still depleted magicka, was not very much at all. “Well, you can detect shifts in light, at least. That’s promising. I’ll try another healing spell when I—” “Uh-uh.” Thrynn gave his head a small shake as he slipped the dirty bandage back over his eye. “No offense, lady, but I’m not letting you touch me again.”  Sylawen grit her teeth. There was an annoying stab of guilt whittling at the inside of her ribs. How was she supposed to know that Thrynn hadn’t really meant to kill her, that when he’d tried to stick her with his knife it was for the verisimilitude and nothing else?

[noctivagant-corvid]

happy one year since hideduo confession i need to be put down like a sick dog

[boneskullravenriver]

That feeling when you find a piece of writing you did in high school and feel like it's better than anything you've ever written today.

[where-i-keep-my-sh-t]

Hyperfixating…

Hyperfixating—!?

That’s the excuse you come up with, after leaving me alone so long!?

I smiled in your face, I said it was alright, I patted you on the back.

But it feels different tonight.

Are you gonna let her, tear us both apart?

After I gave you my heart?

I FINALLY committed, just to be left alone.

HAPHAZARDLY omitted, my missed calls on your phone.

I thought we were growing close!

That I was the one you chose!

But clearly I was wrong.

Clearly I’m just stupid.

Clearly it was all a dream. An imagination far too lucid.

Because you dropped me in an instant- for someone we both know.

I told you about my abandonment issues,

And that prompted you to go?

…

No it’s cool. No I’ll be fine.

(I swear this happens everytime.)

Do what you like, I’ll be okay.

(I’ll die if I have to go through another day.)

You never cared, anyways.

If I leave, don’t follow me.

[echidna-cosmos]

beastober day 12: split/union

the end of the world pt.4; summary