Yoshikado asked, āDo you think we were tragic lovers in a past life?ā
Takiyasha hummed, pursed lips to the sky to taste the liquid honey of a tantalizing sun. āWeāre not blood related, so even if we were, clearly I didnāt love you enough.ā
He blinked, feeling the corodolium settle deep into his veins as he turned to his ātwinā; sakura petals weaving through the ebony cascades of her hair. She was the catharsis of ardor that he idolized since childhood, staining him in her hubris and trauma. āDo you think you can love me now?ā
authors note. thereās an old Japanese myth that says if two star crossed lovers commit dual suicide, then theyāll be reborn as twins.
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outlining is, depending on who you ask, a vital step in the writing process. of course, it all depends on whether or not you are a plotter at all. if youāre a pantser, or somewhere in between, outlining might be a little difficult to get anywhere with. in this multi-part series, iāll talk about a few different methods i have used as well as some pointers.
first, letās begin with some general outlining tips to get you started!
THE BLANK PAGE: cultivating your idea.
might seem a little daunting at first. but this is where your story begins. write down any ideas that you might have for your wip. maybe that just means the concept, the premise, or a singular scene that you really want to happen. it doesnāt matter--write it down!
how many povs do you want? first or third person? omniscient or limited? alternating povs or something else? consider why you want this specific type of pov and how these characters can contribute to the story.
think about story structure. how do you want to divide the story up? of course, you donāt actually have to stick to it, but this might help you get started.
what tropes do you want to include? found family, there was only one bed, enemies to lovers, etc.Ā
maybe make a few graphics, or scroll through youtube for those 1 hr long playlists that just give you vibes. it might help immerse you a little bit more in your idea. make sure you save these things for later--if you get stuck, these could dig you out of a hole.
ramble to friends!! having someone to talk to and bounce ideas off of could get your idea to grow even further.
remember that anything you do at this point is subject to change. youāre loosely setting up how you want to tell the story, as well as figuring out how itās going to be written. if you find out later down the line that you want to do something else, nothing is stopping you from changing it!Ā
depending on what sort of writer you are (plotter, pantser, or somewhere in between), the beginning steps of an outline may differ. when iām putting together my more cohesive outlines, i write a lot more in the first step. when iām just writing to chase after inspiration, wherever it might take me, i usually just write down a few thoughts that i know have to happen. it all depends on whatās comfortable with you!
ā the darkness may soon swallow me, and the blue star will be no longer.
transcript.
itās funny how every time i see him, i see red in my vision. angry, burning red.
i shouldāve known. the first time i saw him, he was wearing a red shirt. i was wearing blue that day.
i had regarded him like everyone elseāsizing him up, wondering how much of a threat heād be. we had been in math class, and instead of paying attention to trigonometric functions, i calculated the level of competition heād be against me.
it wasnāt a statistically significant amount.
but i should have known better when he finished his first programming exercise and turned around to show me.
his was perfectly clean, perfectly too perfect.
mine was covered in red squiggly lines.
i saw redāi still see red, because he represents everything i should be, everything i want to be. i claim that i see nothing in him, but that only holds true when i have taken everything from him, when i have achieved what he can never imagine.
but i have not.
he is far ahead of me, and iāve never wanted to throw a rope around someoneās ankles and make them trip over their own steps like i want to do to him.
i am tired of running, and he is not. he is a dim flame that burns evenly, assuredly, steadily. his flame is bland and utterly unoriginal, but he knows the ground he walks on.
i am a wildfire. i am a bright flame in the night, and bright things are not meant to last. perhaps i am bright enough to be a blue star.
hello everyone! iām tris, 19, semi-never on hiatus even though she says she is. iāve gotten an influx of new people here, so i figured i should introduce myself again. welcome to my writeblr! i like to read, listen to music (current song on loop: my bad by SHAUN), and write.
THE WIPS
island of the sun: wenyu dreams of monsters. antigone was born to rule the sea. there are two stories about the island that never was, and neither of them are true. peter pan meets the little mermaid in this dual pov, upper ya story. status: second draft completed.
the drowned girl: the student council president, the star athlete, and the school pariah--an unlikely group with everything to lose--find themselves facing a tangled web of secrets when a boy disappears and a sister never returns. status: first draft completed.
house of orchids: huizhong and yangyang unleash an unspeakable evil on the world. her name is lan, and she promises to help them overthrow the tyrant and bring peace and prosperity back to the land--but rebellions are never simple when you are fighting the gods. changāe and houyi. shadow of the fox meets noragami.
status: first draft.
OTHER BOOSTS
#1:Ā i have a twitter! follow me here! iām a little more active there (sometimes).
#2:Ā iām doing an a to z wip aesthetic challenge with @theheartbreakclub in a few weeks (weāre still putting together are stuff and crying mutually over life), so stay tuned!
#3:Ā want to chat? hmu on discord (find me through @welcometowriteblr) or send in an ask! generally, i do not respond to tumblr dms mostly because i hate the interface for it looolll
tagging a few friends for boost: @herondalelucies, @tsainami, @moariin, @sprigofbasil, @ikilledmyocs, @bulletgirl, @fairnell, @mahalii, @cespye, @tarttisms
ā sweet child, listen to this: when, tell me when, did you become a monster?
transcript.
Sweet child, pray tell:
When did you learn how to carve your own heart out?
Your mercy has become agony upon your blade;
How did the light in your eyes fall to drought?
Vicious child, tell me this:
When did your name become a symbol for your pain?
They shout your name across the rooftops you reign.
Since when have your lies spun themselves around their veins?
Lost child, do speak:
How have your feet learned to walk the spiked streets?
Your kindness was reaped in exchange for woe;
When did your touch become a killing blow?
Fallen child, answer this:
When did you begin to define the night sky
not by its stars but by the darkness it confines?
In your nightmares, you have become a saint.
Hark! those who fly too far will only faint.
Beware, my love, for you climb so fast;
The treacherous look upon you, aghast.
When your crown becomes ruin
And your throne passed,
Will you see what you have become at last?
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CALLER: Hi, itās me. Yeah. Iām doing okay, thanks for asking. How has life been treating you?
RECEIVER: Good.
CALLER: Oh, thatās wonderful to hear.
RECEIVER: Any particular reason you called?
CALLER: I-Iām not sure.
RECEIVER: Thatās okay. Iām here.
CALLER: I just...gosh, do you ever think about the insignificance of the universe? Maybe weāre not so insignificant after all. Sometimes, itās so easy to forget the small things in life. You know?Ā
RECEIVER: Mhm.
CALLER: Like how green the grass is when you just lay in it, staring up at the sky that turns into stars. When words flow out effortlessly, without restraint or caution. When you donāt make an effort to be perfect or say everything poetically, and when youāre just...you. Those little moments.
CALLER: Itās so easy to forget.
RECEIVER: Yeah.
CALLER: I guess, in this little world where my name is barely known, itās easy to want something bigger. A universe where your name is plastered all over Times Square, whereĀ you get on stage and itās like you own the entire world, even if the world is just you and the stage and your audience. And you just want to sing your heart out and fling your arms out and justājust let go.
CALLER: I forget to let go a lot.
CALLER: And then there are the big names and stars who climb up to the stage for a hundred days consecutively. I think they think about what we have a lot. The normal life, per say. Work, and school, and hanging out with friends at burger joints, and laying in soccer fields. They donāt get that.
We always want the things we donāt have.
But getting to be here and to experience all of this, taking it in all one day at a timeāthe simplicity is beautiful. Itās comforting, in a way. I forget that, too: the comfort of simplicity. I donāt have to be the greatest or famous or anything at all.
Humble survives. To wake up to clean walls and think, wow. This is what I have. I really get this. Even if each day seems a little bleary and unclear, youāre here.
You get me?
The small things are here. This moment, right now, on the phone with you. Iāll never experience it again.
Each moment is a once-in-a-lifetime experience. You donāt need to bow to an audience after you finish a masterful piano piece at Carnegie Hall to have those unique moments. Here it is. Right here. Every second you breathe is a unique moment. You donāt need a grandiose display for the world to understand you. You understand yourself, more than anyone.
Iām so grateful for all of it.
For you.
Itās easy to be afraid and to give in to the dark. Most times, I do.
Thatās okay.
But tonight...tonight I was thinking: Do you want to drive up to the mountains together, right now, and see the stars? Maybe we could admire the little things tonight. Together. We could sit in the grass and bring a blanket and catch up on everything we missed out on over the years.
ā In her dreams, she pretends she has control. She imagines that she kills the emperor, that she can control her fate and ten million othersā as well. She envisions that she has a home with colorful walls, that she has food that is not mulberries, and that her blood is her own.
She is tired of pretending, but she does it anyway. Pretending is her survival.ā
genre ; young adult / new adult, high fantasy, coming of age
statusĀ ; first draft, writing
povĀ ; third person with occasional second person, present tense
trigger warningsĀ ;Ā blood, death, violence, child abuse, gore, sexual assault, body hatred, abduction, mental illness, misogyny
listen to the playlist ; spotify
SYNOPSIS.
Every year, the Mulberry Council of Shen Guo chooses twenty girls to serve the emperor. Known as the mulberry girls, their purpose is to provide blood for the emperor, who believes their blood is the key to achieving immortality.
To be chosen by the emperor is the utmost honor. All the girls in the land know this.Ā
What no one knows is that this year, a phoenix is rising in the midst of the mulberries.
When Yun Xueying passes her evaluations, she has no choice but to walk the tightrope of being both a mulberry girl and a part of the emperorās court.Ā As she begins to train at the Meishu Academy, the school for royal courtesans, she discovers a set of rare powers lying dormant within her that could be her means to an end. And the world does not take this lightly; the ministers of the court follow her. The Mulberry Council worships her. The legend fear her. Yet, she refuses to bow to an emperor who uses her blood for his own gain. With the royal court at her command as she rises among the rankings, the help of the mulberry girls, and a power only held by one other living person in the world, Xueying orchestrates a plan to kill the emperor.
But walking the tightrope has always been dangerous. As she enters this game of treachery and ambition, Xueying must decide how much she is willing to sacrifice in the name of retribution and justice. For, after all, vengeance always comes at a price.
A STORY ABOUT LOOKING TOWARDS THE STARS AND WANTING TO TRAVERSE THE UNIVERSE. YOUR EXPEDITION TO THE EDGE OF THE MILKY WAY BEGINS NOW.Ā
THE PACKING LIST INCLUDES: 11 prose pieces, a long text conversation, static across all lines, and a ticket to charon. (cw: alcohol.)
features the final draft of this piece, with lines like:
BUT THE UNIVERSE, you say petulantly. you say universe like itās supposed to be my name and iām supposed to know that. i pretend like i donāt know what you mean because it has become instinct to me. WHAT ABOUT THE UNIVERSE?
THE UNIVERSE WILL BE THERE WHEN YOU WAKE UP, i tell you. i say universe like it is what it is meant to be: the universe, the stars, the planets, ever expanding and ever changing and reflecting light thousands and thousands of years old and painting the skies in the image of what is already dead.
