#writing: twc

[doriandistortion]

The past is creeping up my throat

[seraphinitegames]

The Wayhaven Chronicles - Update 21.02.2025

Hello everyone, Nai here.

Mishka has had a pretty awful week I'm afraid, after loosing two of her wonderful pets within a couple of days of each other, so she's taking some time - she's taken it pretty hard.

But as always, she doesn't want to leave you with nothing - she has done the writing and edits on Chapter 7 and has moved onto writing Chapter 8 already! Hopefully she'll be feeling a bit better next week. Hope you all have a lovely weekend - talk to you next week!

[e-rated-beardo]

Oh guys, oh guys oh guys ohguysohguys

I found out a thing yesterday that's making me so very very very excited

And just in case you're the type who'd get excited too and like me two days ago you also don't know this important fact:

The Organization for @transformativeworks (OTW; the parent org of AO3) publishes a peer-reviewed academic journal, completely open-access, i.e. free for you to read

Cancel all my appointments forever this is where I'm going to be for the foreseeable lifetime gfasdafdhfgadgd

This post brought to you by "beardo needs to write a literature review about a certain number of a certain type of peer-reviewed paper, on otherwise whatever topics he likes, vaguely contained inside the concept of of 'library or information services', and yesterday he Found His Topic"

I'm so happy everyone, I'm going to write so many academic papers about fanfiction my lecturers are going to get sick of me 🥹🤩

I am Aziraphale rn

Relatedly, I've also just learnt that Dr Lyn Robinson, co-author of a book that's mandatory reading for like 80% of the courses in the academic programme I'm enrolled in, has published research about AO3. Not only does she seem to be into the same sort of information science stuff that I am, she's also researched fanfiction. She's my new idol

[gauntlings]

thinking about the detective & Rebecca's dynamic sm on this wednesday. the special hell of feeling alone so early on in life. knowing that in stories sometimes grief can bring families together, but not yours. looking at every future relationship or fling or situationship through the lens of being deeply, fundamentally unlovable. because why wouldn't you? what kind of lesson does absence teach? what lesson must be taken away to survive it? even if it's bred from necessity, what does that teach the mc about themselves? will they even know love when they first see it, especially if that love does not look the way they recognize. if it does not look like begging?

[smittenbypoetry]

Poetry Game!

February MARCH 2025 Edition:

The rules are as follows: write an eleven line poem. Each respective line includes, but, unless stated, is not limited to the following in order:

Something soft

A synonym for 'lying down'

One of the Seven Sins

Something that reflects

A flower

The word: one

Free line; use however you like

Must start with: And I

Must start with: And I

Must start with: And I

Consists of one word only

Have fun!

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[almaaspoetry]

I hope when love finds you, it stays.

Not every love knows how to stay.

Some love drifts in like a soft breeze, barely brushing your skin before it disappears.

Some love stays a little longer, leaving behind memories like a favorite song that still plays in your mind long after it’s over.

And then there’s the love that hurts, the kind that leaves scars you can’t see but feel every time you try to love again.

No love leaves you the same. Some loves break you, but I hope yours builds you. I hope you find the love that doesn’t feel like a lesson but like home. The love that holds on, not because it has to, but because it truly wants to.

You deserve all the love - the kind that lingers, the kind that is more than just a fleeting touch. The kind of love that feels warm, safe, and certain. The kind of love that stays.

[lebuc]

gradient

* elements from ochre-toned soil combine, animate & evolve as a singular, sentient self in a watery cradle

until exposure to the crisp, bracing air of the world without

inflates & escapes wee lungs in an nascent bawl…

so it goes, nurtured by a thermal canary-yellow sun, earth's rain cycle

learning, growing, flowering, so to speak; observing, recording, imitating…

to navigating terra-formed folk of blue mood, jade inflected minds weaned on red arts of passion, rage & warring factions every level & sphere.

but a bud who remembers their elemental roots, above & beyond all other mentalities;

knows their reality is spiritual, essential, eternal & of light - spectral. * 4/25 - lebuc - gradient

[robertjw4688]

I take a souvenir

from everyone I've loved

and place them

on the cupboard of my soul.

How fragile these words,

these memories!

The cracks show

as I age

and drift

but you

will remain in me

like gold lacquer.

Robert J. W.

[matthew-pasquarello]

someday will be perfect

a landscape with no venom in its cracks

[itsmistyeyedbi]

I lowkey want to write the direct aftermath of that kiss at the end of book 3. The detective spends the night at the warehouse, so Zuri would still be there in the morning.

Considering the talk Morgan would have had with Adam after the kiss, and the one Nate had with him before it (the one on the patreon, for those who have seen that unseen scene👀), breakfast that morning would be awkward as hell and those two would immediately know that something happened.

And if this was in the poly route I posted about!? Especially if its path 2!? OOF.

[seraphinitegames]

The Wayhaven Chronicles—Update 10/Jan/2025

Just a quick one this week as I wasn’t going to be on social media but just wanted to check in with everyone!

So this week we spent planning out the year for social media things, and I also read through the whole of Book Four’s plan again to refresh myself with where I’m at and where I’m going :D

As I said, I want to finish Book Four this year even with it being more, but I know I can do it!

In order to do that though, I’m planning to get a lot of social media content done this month for the year ahead, meaning that’ll open up the rest of the year so I can almost solely focus on Book Four. I’m really hoping that getting as much of that completed as I can will help with just being able to slam ahead on the writing instead of stopping and starting.

So it’ll a bit of a different routine than past years, but hopefully will make a ton of difference! And I’ve already got some scenarios finished which I am loving, including one that fits nicely between Book Three and Four that I couldn’t stop thinking about over Christmas break, hehe! :D

The demo update will also be happening—looking at getting the early access on Patreon up the end of next week, with public access late the week after.

Hope you all had a great start to the new year! It’s so good to be back in the embrace of Wayhaven, hehe! <3

[tomalbon]

Poem #85

You rose in the North with a wax lance

And marked the first mountains

With such enthusiasm the world shook.

Canyons charged with bear-eyed

Guide-light emanated from your toolmarks,

Waypoints for my fingers

Tossed in Southern oceans like strange

Porpoises, carriers

Of aquamarine promises that spirit

Grottos to distant places.

Great trunks transfigured from their bodies

Sprout skyward, unburdened,

Seeking green anointment from your migrations,

Ascendant in the East

Where prevailing winds now carried your interest,

Dog-curious, arrow-bright,

Risen as balloons of an egg yoke sun

Unshadowed by purple clouds.

You coronate them so gleefully,

Dappled in apple hues

Instinctively circled in Spring flightpaths,

Anthologising countless

Ley lines that glide, swallow-bodied, to you,

Nested in a starlit smile.

Pilot our penmanship to the West

Where I fear I cannot go

Alone; the swan-crowned hazes of the West

Where stranger life begins -

The second life, the one where no-one

Comes to save you;

Where ink-black strands lie illegible

Beneath a squid-beak moon.

Fathom its deep lamps for guideposts

Where the sea becomes ichor

Of that beast. Flense its shapeshifter skin

Into chrysanthemums

And weave their violet flakes into lifeboats

For my unshattered senses,

And I am carried as in arms as in song

As in memory

As in dust in a sunbeam, weightless

As your watercolour hope.

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[fauville]

a/n: it's charlie's birthday today, everyone say happy birthday charlie!!

(not) written in the stars / twc / female detective/nate sewell/adam du mortain / explicit / 15.6k words in total / 9/12

@lalizah, @nreads, @agentnatesewell, @ottobooty, @gaylatteart, @wayhavenots, @nat-seal-well, @itsmistyeyedbi

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Charlie is unusually nervous today. She's a little bitter about the fact that Rebecca notices it immediately after she walks in the room.

She doesn’t say anything at first, she just writes down something in one of the papers inside a manila folder for a lengthy time with her pale red lips pursed.

The rest of the Unit Bravo is standing and sitting around the kitchen, waiting for Rebecca to brief them on the next mission. Morgan looks as bored as always, holding a cigarette in her mouth without lighting it, while Farah is roaming around the room, clearly bored out of her mind as well. Currently she's watering plants. Adam is standing stiffly next to Charlie, his arm brushing against her own, and Nate is sitting next to her with his hand curled around her shoulders.

For some reason the atmosphere is tenser than usual, and Charlie is incredibly aware of both Nate and Adam beside her, radiating heat to either side of her.

“The Trapper and Rogue Supernatural group meeting is happening in this clearing tomorrow at 11 pm,” Rebecca finally breaks the quiet, pointing to a surprisingly detailed map laid on the table. “You are to sneak in as close as possible without attracting attention and gather as much intel as possible –”

“Easier said than done, boss,” Farah says and Rebecca glares at her, but Farah just grins.

read on ao3.

[smittenbypoetry]

Poetry Game!

February 2025 Edition:

The rules are as follows: write an eleven line poem. Each respective line includes, but, unless stated, is not limited to the following in order:

1. A bird 2. A plane 3. A denial 4. (Refers to) your favorite superhero 5. A question 6. The name of any mountain 7. Pertains to vision 8. Must start with: But 9. The word: shoelaces 10. Free line, use however you like 11. Any sound of the wind

Have fun!

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[lazerswordweilder]

Introducing my Balance Sibling au!

Anakin Skywalker, the poster-boy of the Republic, Jedi Padawan. Was the most confusing person Obi-Wan had ever met. They picked up the boy on Tatooine, and he was the most powerful force sensitive Obi-Wan had ever met, yet at such a young age he already shielded so well.

He was only 14 right now, the war had only been on for just two months, so why did the boy seem like an old, very tired, veteran who’d seen horrors beyond what Obi-Wan had dared to think of? Why didn’t he make an expression when he lost his arm, when he was shot, in his supposedly-first battle, at his first kill?

Like his force signature, Anakin heavily shielded his personality, Obi-Wan kept getting glances of who he suspected was the real boy; a man staring at a Coruscant sunset with a tear trailing down his check, looking at his mother with an expression of pain and grief, when he gave battle tactics and ordered around men like it was a second nature.

He had strange opinions on people, he was so very very careful to be kind and gentle to the younglings, he had a strange circle of friends (that seemed closer to allies) he’d chosen himself, he didn’t care what the council thought, and he never seemed to be able to trust or open up to Obi-Wan, there was clearly a barrier Obi-Wan couldn’t see.

Obi-Wan had also heard what his mother said about him, how the father was the force itself, how he was only half human, half mortal. And how it had showed, especially when he was young on Tatooine.

Obi-Wan knew Anakin had a holocron that he kept a diary in, he’d considered it too invasive to try and open it though (and try seemed the most important word there). But it was his duty to figure out what had happened to Anakin, and how to help him. So as he watched yet another sunset, tracing stars with awe filled eyes, Obi-Wan walked up to him.

“You were very good today. You saved many of the troopers with your knowledge.” I said

“Mhm.” Anakin replied, not turning to face me, I sighed

“We need to talk.” I started, sitting down

“The council asked something?” Anakin asked, something close to dry humor in his voice

“No, I decided this can’t go on any longer.”

“What can’t.” Anakin asked, eyes turning to watch me for the first time, the sunset made them look like they were lit on fire

“Whatever happened- is happening to you. You won’t let anyone in, I’m fairly certain there’s things you’re hiding from even your mother.”

“I think hiding things from parents is normal behaviour Obi-Wan.”

“You know what I mean. I don’t want to push, but I’m going to. I need to know the part of you that you’re hiding, there must be a reason you don’t let anyone in, you never stop shielding. Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” Anakin said, I would’ve laughed at that, but he said it like it was a well known fact not just what he thought

“Then explain it to me, if I don’t believe you what’s the worst that could happen? That I could do?” I explained

“You could think I was crazy and put me in a psych ward, you could hand me in to the council, you could do something stupid and get everyone killed.” Anakin listed without a pause

“It is truly that shocking?” I teased, Anakin didn’t smile

“You could not believe me, and keep pushing for a truth I’ve already given you.” he added

“Well what could go right if you let me in?” I asked, Anakin tilted his head a little, like he was giving it thought, but he answered quickly enough that I knew he must’ve thought about it at least a little.

“You could save everyone if I couldn’t for whatever reason, you could make it easier for me, I could not be lonely, you could forgive me, we could be a duo.” a silent again hung in the air, I didn’t know why.

“See? Don’t the benefits weigh over the risks? I’m not stupid enough to think that you couldn’t break out of any psych ward we put you in.” I said, it was both a tease and the truth

“It would make everything harder for me if I wasn’t in this position, I’m not sure I could do it while on the run from the Jedi and Senate.” he thought about it for a second again, before his face hardened “I’d have to do it anyways.”

“I promise I won’t put you in a psych ward, Anakin.” A pause, a long pause, I was scared to move, was it possible he’d really tell me after just one conversation? Had it been this easy the whole time?

“Do you believe in time travel Kenobi?”

6 - Masterpost

[lebuc]

daylight savings

* spending all my savings on our precious daylight

in service of some flexing, some small measure of might;

in the very best way that i've come to know how so long as i never stand pat or kowtow to purveyors of prevailing privations or resort to any crude & shrill braying, delivering by quill amplitudes i've been spraying

of a particular mood, dispensing chez verses & rhymes like good ol' soul food, about the worst of these times

for those in need of a heart-healthy snack; should it not be sufficient, make sure you tack back.

though it's rough sometimes i must mention - i know that & ofttimes the best of blessed intentions can fall flat

but, like that fabled Timex watch of old i'll keep ticking in hopes that these messages, lit-massaged will keep clicking, sticking,

to help untie kinks in our systems pressing on most us dear minions; by greed, poor thinking, not listening to the vox populi - boots on the ground, increasingly sound & surprisingly spry

when excited & engaged to keep fighting for peace;

& in our effort to ignite good factions, may we never, ever cease. * 3/24 - 3/25 - lebuc - daylight savings