February gothic moods

-It’s raining. Yesterday, it was snowing. The day before that, all the snow had melted and the birds were starting to sing their spring songs. Who knows what tomorrow will bring.

-Your neighbors are holding a Super Bowl viewing party again this year. You’re getting sick of all of the shouting, and of all of the cars parked up and down your street, and of all the hooded guests who arrive and never leave.

-Valentine’s Day isn’t about romance, not at all. It’s about pairing off so we don’t have to face what’s out there on our own.

-Your fingers are numb after shoveling snow. They have been numb for months. You don’t remember what they feel like anymore.

-If the groundhog sees his shadow, we have six more weeks of winter. If he doesn’t, we have an early spring. We don’t talk about what happens if he sees a double shadow, or his own reflection in the ice. We don’t like to think about it.

-The deer are getting restless. You don’t know why, but they’ve been standing in your driveway for the last few night, peering into your home.

-February 29th doesn’t only happen on leap years. We just don’t remember the others.

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January gothic moods

-Remember to take down your Christmas decorations before the stroke of midnight on January 5th. All lights hanging after that are the province of the old gods, the winter gods, and they will demand sacrifice.

-There are words and songs hidden in the howling wind. Don’t ever listen to them, just cover your ears and keep walking.

-Don’t be fooled be the weak sunlight, or the melting snow that comes at the end of the month. The winter has only barely started and it won’t end for months to come, maybe years.

-It’s dark by the time you leave work. Your drive home feels different than it did in the daylight, and it takes much much longer, though you can’t explain why.

-Be careful driving tonight, they say, there’s ice on the roads. They don’t say anything about the ice creeping into your home, or into your heart.

-You startle awake in the middle of the night, but all you hear is the sound of the hissing radiator or the clanking of the pipes. The things in the darkness have learned to immitate these noises and are waiting for you to let your guard down again.

-It’s a new year, but nothing has changed yet and nothing will.

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Hello! I'm Han, I've been on tumblr way too long and I created a writeblr less than a year ago, but it was connected to my fandom presence by username and I just...don't want that anymore. So new account! New writeblr! New WIPs! oops

I also want a dash that's just for writeblr because I was missing waaaaaay too much.

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About me: ✽ She/they pronouns ✽ Late twenties ✽ I love fantasy and horror and those are my main genres ✽ Tag and ask game friendly ✽ DMs are always open; come say hi! I'd love to make new friends

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Hey guys, I’ve moved over here and this blog is going to become an archive. Slowly moving things over there and would love to see you there!

rb and put in the tags what the prev person is to you

TINY SCENE PROMPTS

I borrowed this idea from @aninkwellofnectar (and it was originally from @keyboardandquill).

Send me 3 one-word prompts from the list (or make up some of your own!) and I’ll write a tiny scene for them involving the prompts! (Don’t ask about specific WIPs or OCs; I’m using this as a way to write/get more of a feel for my short stories for camp nano).

Tag game time! I was tagged by @moondust-bard to find the last line in my current wip.

Rules: in a new post, share the last line from your current wip, and tag as many peoplr as there are words

Now, I’ve been mostly writing meta/outlining posts so there’s not much actual prose, but I did see this little gem in my outline:

“The trials of being known and loved and valued.”

Which says it all, really.

There’s not many words in this one so I’m tagging nine people:

@ryns-ramblings @spuddlespud @songsofloke @writingamongther0ses

@ettawritesnstudies @mjjune @equusgirl-writes @diemohnblume @leighvalentin

As always there’s no pressure to participate. I hope y’all are having a good December so far :)

i would like to follow any horror/fantasy/scifi writers, recommend blogs or interact if you're one! esp if you reblog aesthetic photos/art. you don't have to actively post your own work, or do it often ❤

i want to have some more versatility in my dash coming into the new year.

It's not an "abandoned" WIP, I didn't intentionally leave it in the forest to die and forget about it, it is a lost wip who wandered into the forest despite my pleas not to. I sit at the edge of the forest every day and hear it calling for help but there is nothing I can do. It is a haunting wip

I have exciting information for you! Bird bones are not entirely hollow, rather they are filled with large air pockets. I find the result both delightful and terrifically unsettling!

To expand upon this: a lot of birds’ bones aren’t hollow in order to make them lighter, but instead so that they can take in more oxygen. This is because when you’re flying through the air at speeds of Fast™, it’s very hard to convince the air around you to flow into your nostrils at speeds that let you get enough to breathe. So, birds evolved hollowed out bones to circumvent this, as it allows them to store air.

I feel like not enough people are aware of the fact that birds are nightmare creatures that have respiratory systems that extend directly into their bones. And the same thing was the case with lots of dinosaurs, light bones let birds fly and let dinosaurs grow huge.

I'm sorry but the idea of 'There's something in the air; I can feel it in my bones.' being pronounced literally is just... gods.

[tearing at my hair] no love however brief is wasted no love however brief is wasted no love however brief is wasted