#self.writing

a writeblr (re)intro

about me:

nyx, aka anagnorvices

all pronouns (except it/its) but they/them is always a safe bet

previously @aurienyx but i decided to move to a sideblog for convenience's sake

favorite books: little fires everywhere by celeste ng, the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy by douglas adams, the weight of our sky by hanna alkaf, and many many more

big fan of found family, ComplicatedTM character dynamics, mythology, futuristic settings, and unnecessary amounts of worldbuilding (affectionate)

what i write:

mostly prose, but i dabble in poetry sometimes

unnecessary amounts of worldbuilding (derogatory)

a lot of fic. like a Lot. probably majority of the content i post will be from my fics but i write original stuff on occasion

loooove fantasy and scifi but i don't actually write a lot of hard scifi, more like fantasy with vaguely scientific magic systems—but i'm gonna change that :) scifi here i comeee

looking to experiment more with different styles (screenplay, transcript, epistolary, etc) and genres—i'm really excited to try my hand at horror/thriller, and currently attempting to forage into the world of mysteries

current wips:

curses and gifts: my firstborn child. first wip and still going strong...ish. the one thing i absolutely want to finish before i die. (kind of on the backburner for now, though.) ft. twins displaced from their home planet, a himbo who is unexpectedly competent in some aspects, and galactic conspiracies galore. excerpt:

"Wonder why Rizeol is out," Jasmin says as Daemis-kasin calls out instructions for the next strengthening exercise. She sucks in a breath before pushing up into the new position easily. "Dunno," I say. "Probably sick, a couple other kids have been out lately too. Didn't Audrie say something about it being the season for it?" Audrie grunts from Jasmin's other side, but I can't tell if it's because he's confirming what I said or if it's just because he fell. "Or," Jasmin says, "maybe that's not it. He lives on campus, Laeline, but I checked his room and everyone said they hadn't seen him in a while. Don't you think something's off here?"

atla murder mystery: what it says on the tin...because titles are a Struggle and they're usually the last step in my writing process, so that's what you get (for now). ft. detective sokka and dual timelines! there'll be a title someday... excerpt:

Ozai Kazuichi. Harsh angled contours, severely drawn eyebrows, piercing gold eyes that, even in death, seem to stare straight through Sokka’s soul. So this is the man that ruled an empire. Or, was.

dragon wip: also atla. a lot of Feelings, with a pinch of plot. dragon zuko is having a Time. probably going to be a lot shorter than i initially planned, but word counts have a habit of getting away from me, so who knows? excerpt:

Zuko stares at the long, scaly body now trailing down the hallway—his body, he realizes with horror—and tries not to scream. He’s a fucking dragon. What the hell? He clamors to his feet, slipping and thudding back to the floor several times as he tries to figure out where exactly his feet are now and how they’re supposed to move. What the hell. Stars and sands, he knew Peony was trouble.

tagging some friends hope u don't mind <3

irina/mirnatius, spinning silver

thanks for the tag @inkflight!

Sokka stared out the window in silence, watching the trees pass by in a blur with their branches full of yellow and red leaves. He frowned as Dad took another turn. Something about the scenery looked vaguely familiar. “Dad?” Katara said from the seat beside him. “Is this...is this about Mom?” Dad said nothing, but Sokka saw in the rearview mirror how his lips tightened. “Oh,” Katara said.

thanks for the tag @raevenlywrites!

Not for the first time in his life, and not for the last, Zuko ignored his better judgement. When he turned to leave and Jet followed him outside, asking if he'd swing by next week, Zuko shook his hand and said, "Yeah. See you Tuesday." Later that night, as he lay staring at the moonlit ceiling back in the comfort of his own bed, Zuko thought, Shit. What have I done?