#xanderssanction

Rain

she/her / bi / 19 / 5’1 / african american / adopted / college student / blunt but doesn’t mean to be (often regrets saying things) / mom friend / lover not a fighter but can fight surprisingly well bc tiny⠀

THE SANCTION; A WRITEBLR FAMILY

hello all! i cannot believe i have reached 300+ followers! not to ramble, but i am so excited i remade this blog and am now getting the chance to interact with more of you and really be a part of this community. so for my 300 followers milestone, i’ve decided to create a writeblr family! so many of my mutuals and the writeblrs i respect and admire have these, and i think it’s just a wonderful way to interact with your followers more. the name of the family is THE SANCTION, inspired by The Sanction, a group of revolutionaries from my main wip, Where The Cellar Meets The Sky. but if you join, you don’t have to join as a revolutionary.

YOU WILL BE DIVIDED INTO:

☼ REBELS; kids with abilities they can’t control, trying their bests to change the world, find their families and not ruin themselves along the way.

☄ MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURES; beings nobody sane really believes in, some ages old, with their morals thrown out the window. their intentions are all self-serving… until they’re not. 

♡ HOPELESS ROMANTICS; they sit at the window, watching potential lovers pass by. they wish they could run into someone’s arms, but they sit, waiting. the right person will come to them. the mantra repeats. hopeless.

HOW IT WORKS:

✦ must be following the king of eating rocks (new followers are always welcome!)

✦ you don’t have to reblog, but i sure would appreciate it! 

✦ there will be a tag (#xanderssanction) that anyone who joins can tag their content with! i will track it and anyone else can too!

✦ send me an ask OR dm with the following:

✧your name and pronouns

✧ which one you want to be  ☼   ☄  ♡

✧ whether you want:

♥ a name moodboard

∞ an oc moodboard (send me as much information as possible, including tags, pinterest boards and pages!)

tagging some mutuals (i’m so sorry if i bother anyone) :

@theforgottencoolkid @pilipalea @helpimlostinwanderland @dqstoevsky @liquidnightsky @ivonoris @newdivinities @victoiirres @obanshee @sancta-silje @cohldhands @melwrotethat @mrywrites

ARCADIA EXCERPT | CHAPTER 3 ↳ SLOANE’S POV

[cw: blood]

Finally, I’m only a few blocks from the clinic. Once it’s in view, I stop, then scan the ground for a rock; preferably one with jagged edges, but settle for a broken piece of concrete. Before I can think twice about what I’m about to do, I grab it firmly in my hands, then swing it against my leg. It carves at the skin just above my knee. Blood immediately flows from the wound, followed by a sharp pain. I look down to assess the damage. The denim of my pants took the brunt of the force, but I still made a decent size cut. Not as bad as Deirdre’s, but enough to get a nurse’s attention. I wipe the excess blood away with my jacket sleeve, then limp my way towards the clinic.

The double doors whoosh open for me automatically, leading into a small waiting room. There are maybe only ten chairs, with a butt in each one, despite the early hour. Some of them have visible injuries, but based on smell, the rest must be here because of sickness. The air is heavy with it, to the point where I feel almost nauseous. 

At the front desk is a nurse, sitting idly behind a yellowing counter. She doesn’t see me approach, so I cough once under my breath. The nurse doesn’t even blink, her attention on the small tablet in her hands. I cough again, louder this time, with no response. She continues typing something on the screen with her finger tips. Finally, I speak up. “Excuse me?”

“What’s your injury,” she asks without greeting, not looking up from the tablet.

“Um,” I begin, taken aback by the nurse’s dismissive tone. “I have a cut on my leg that needs antibiotics.”

“Is it urgent?”

I glance down at the clotted blood stain on my knee. “Kind of.”

“That’s too bad,” she says, finally looking up. Her expression is as dead as her voice sounds. “We’re short staffed and only have one doctor on duty today. Fill your information out on this,” she says, handing me her tablet, “then return it when your done. The doctor will see you when she’s ready.”

“Thanks,” I glance briefly at her name tag, “... Mary.” 

She waves me away, quickly busying herself with paperwork. I don’t waste time trying to find an available chair. There isn’t one, so I just stand off to the side against a wall.

Florence

she/her / lesbian / 20-21 / 5’11 / cupid / speaks like she’s superior to humans / badass learning to be a softie / on a journey to find herself

❝ Funerals were a human tradition that Sascha and the other Brumanian wolves brought with them when they arrived. I suppose having to live secretly among them meant adopting their customs. My father had been intrigued by Sascha, how human-like he was, and spent much time with him learning what had become of the land of the south. By the time of his demise, he had considered Sascha a friend. ❞

—Arcadia Ch. 30, Fredrick

HELLO ALL!

i’ve recently hit 800 followers!! i’m so appreciative of all of you, and i can’t believe so many people are interested enough in my writing to follow a blog dedicated to it. 

because of personal health reasons, instead of doing a celebration for each milestone i hit, i’ve decided to do an ongoing follower celebration. anyone can enter, including people that already entered my 300 celebration!

XANDER’S ONGOING CELEBRATION; name moodboard for @amongwriters

[ELISABETH] GOD IS MY OATH

# of words today: 847

Remaining: 20,427 out of 25,000

Total word count: 4,573

Favorite Snippet:

“Hey bud, just a tip next time you want someone to help you this isn’t how to do it. You have to be pleasant not just cute.”

“Oh, hopefully there will not be a next time for once I have found my meaning or purpose I will not have to do it again.”