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✦ A NANOWRIMO (RE) INTRO ; HIS BODY A BROKEN LAW—

"Listen," Nemesis said, gripping the steering wheel with a white-knuckled fist. "I have twenty-nine days left to live, and all I've got left is my dumb dog, the demon possessing my car, and an idea that's probably gonna get me killed long before this curse finally gets its chance. If I have to go out, I'm gonna go out doing something stupid, something desperate, something that might just save my life, right until the very end."

Iiiiiiit's almost time for NaNoWriMo!!!! 🎃🪄I'm 60k into the first draft of HBABL and I'm excited to finish it this month. I'm estimating I have around 50k left, so we're going to charge through to the end! I'm hoping to find some new friends to sprint and celebrate the season with, so if you're looking for a nano buddy, please feel free to hit me up. 💝

HBABL (affectionately and ridiculously called carfucker by the people who know me and this ridiculous wip best) is an unapologetically queer urban fantasy standalone. You can find the proper WIP Intro for it here! I'm looking forward to sharing more snippets and graphics throughout the month as I get closer and closer to the finish line. >:) If ya'll do any nanowrimo project posts, feel free to tag me in them! Let's cheer each other on!

𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑪𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑳𝑬𝑺 ・main characters・Eliza / Red / Avner / Ahava

“What’s your real name?”

“Not telling. Names are powerful."

A look at the etymology of some very real names for our cast, in order of appearance: Eliza the unwilling spirited-away heroine, Red the untrustworthy runaway, His Majesty of White Kingdom Avner Ivory the unsure lover, and Her Majesty of Red Kingdom Ahava the twelve-year-old brat. More in the captions and project link (in title.) Art source.

monet- water lilies (1919)

hi everybody, it's @/portinaris. i decided to make a cool fancy aesthetic new writeblr sideblog to organise all my writing and separate it from the musical + dante + star wars stuff!

if you are new:

im 15, asian (s'porean), queer, autistic!

if you need a nickname idk just call me "till" or something im having a gender crisis

im one of those writeblrs that doesn't actually write that much

i love plotting but i have 0 patience for a novel so ill probably pop in and just post some excerpts + edits from time to time

my wips are insanely self indulgent which means you should expect characters of colour, queer characters, neurodivergent (esp. aspie) leads + lots and lots of symbolism that doesn't actually mean anything + elements of whatever im fixating on at the time

here are my wips (in the loosest sense of the word "progress")

grace³: a british angel, chinese ghost, and desi seer hunt down a missing girl; aka a fun ya fantasy story that deals with letting go, friendship, and forgiveness w/ an all female cast

the florence files: a latin student is dragged into solving the mystery of their crush's murder; aka a dark academia thriller about idolisation + lies, feat. very heavy dante aligheri/divine comedy influences

THE FLORENCE FILES

genre - rpf, but not really. loosely based on the new life by dante aligheri because if dante can write rpf so can i

pov - first person limited

tags - nonbinary lead character, characters of colour, (basically the entire cast except 2), dramatic disaster bisexuals, neurodivergent character, dark academia, truth + lies, idolisation, unreliable POV, Pining™, what if dear evan hansen was a murder mystery, italians i am so sorry

synopsis -

It's a story as old as time itself: Eighteen year old Latin student D.A. Acardi bumps into Florence Siddal on the way to class and falls hopelessly in love. Acardi's friends are used to them crushing on strangers, but they insist that it's different this time. They'll muster up the courage to actually hold a conversation with her. It could be something great! 

But before any of that can happen, Florence turns up dead, and Acardi's the one who finds the body. When their embarrassing love sonnets are discovered, Florence's friends confront Acardi for answers on her death, believing them to have dated Florence. Now Acardi must decipher the clues that she left behind, but they'll need help from an idol of theirs, the famed poet and professor Vincent Muso. The more Acardi finds out about Florence and Vincent, the more their carefully-constructed life falls apart, and once the painful truth comes out, they're not sure if they'll survive. 

characters-

D.A. Acardi / 18 / they/them / black / bi slam poet, prone to dramatic swooning, might have a crush on the Latin professor, obnoxiously Italian

Gemma Donati / 18 / she/her / korean / pan historian, always pragmatic, definitely not pining after her childhood best friend acardi

Florence E. Siddal / 18 / she/her / white / bi pianist, who is she even, nice i guess??? we barely knew ye

Vincent Muso / 40 / he/him / white / straight professor, mildly famous for translating the aeneid, mysterious, survives off vodka and coffee

Olivia Ruiz / 18 / she/her / latina / lesbian compsci student, American, deeply suspicious of everyone except her gf

✧ JUDGE—[redacted]. ⊰ the devil that devoured the earth ⊱

Predictably, the demon had no name—at least not one he was willing to give. “How about Judge?” he suggested with a grin, manifested as a man again in the driver’s seat while Nemesis glared at him from across the middle console, “it’s fitting, don’t you think?” “Only because you stole it from this piece of shit car you’re currently haunting,” Nemesis sniped back. “You could do to be a little more creative than that.” Judge laughed. The sound was jackal-sharp, and all his razor teeth shone in the flashing lights of passing neon signs. The streets around them were dead and empty in the aftermath of midnight, and neither of them had their hands on the wheels, but the GTO was still eating up mileage, gunning away through the dark. A stash of greasy fast food in damp paper bags flooded the few feet of distance between Judge and Nemesis. Whenever the car hurtled over a pothole and sent a spray of french fries scattering across the floor, the rubber mats grew little fangs and ate them up, biting Chaos and Calamity’s noses whenever they tried to outrace them for scraps. “That’s rich coming from you,” Judge purred as Nemesis chewed the tip of his straw angrily, “goddess of retribution. I really should have spat your mother out, just to see what you would do.” “How thoughtful of you,” Nemesis growled. They sat cross-legged on the passenger’s seat, back to the warm plastic and metal of the car door, staring down the demon in the driver’s seat. Behind Nemesis, Chaos and Calamity had abandoned all hope of winning the food scraps war with the floor mats and had taken to fighting over who got to stick their head out the window first. “But I would’a done a lot more than just a knife.” Judge juggled an oily burger in its wrapper between his hands and tore back a strip of the crinkled paper, licking the mess it left behind from his fingers. “Well,” he said, grinning still, “I guess I’d expect no less from someone like you.”

"you should be writing" YEAH WELL HAVE YOU CONSIDERED I COULD ALSO be making graphics of stuff i wrote two weeks ago in a feverish haze???

R&D- THE THREE DAUGHTERS OF ALSA

When Alsa, the spirit of Nature, was killed in the progress and pollution brought upon by the Industrial Revolution, her three immortal daughters inherited her powers and reign over her descendants, the Alsaeans. As they are in charge of all the Earth, they are rarely seen in Alsaea in person, and as such they have appointed a Speaker of the Spirits to govern in their absence. 

CERIDWEN, lady of the light, has dominion over the sky and flames; her children are amongst the most powerful of alsaeans, both magically and socially. they call themselves cereans.

NEREID, lady of the lakes, has dominion over water and animals; her children can be found in places as far-flung as asia and africa. they call themselves nereans.

AMARANTA, lady of the land, has dominion over the earth and plants; her children are the most populous group in alsaea, and are the most essential to its society. they call themselves amareans.

(paintings used: spring, 1897, amethyst, 1897, fruit, 1897, all by alphonse mucha)