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fem rage masterlist

here is where you'll find all content pertaining to my WIP and not currently titled novel.

-story introduction

last edited- 05/16/2024

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fem rage introduction

so this story came to me after reading Elektra by Jennifer Saint. I did a book swap with my friend from college and the novel gripped me. I felt the pain and torment of women in ancient Greece that seemingly represented the same feelings that us American women were experiencing in the 21st century. The bans that are being placed on my own and thousands of other women in my country made me physically sick. It made think we were in one of the dystopian novels that my generation grew up reading. I am scared, but I kept hearing people say to me, "It's not that bad." So, I did what I do best, catastrophize. That is where this novel idea comes into play. It is what I think is the most extreme patriarchal society that I can come up with. This novel is meant to be painful to read. I want to express the generational and historical pain that the entire female gender has experienced. Not only do I hope that this will open many types of people, women, and hopefully men (the ones that can read), but I hope that this makes people angry. Seeing as underneath the thick blanket of despair and sparkly anxiety, there sits a heavy fog of anger wrapped around my bubbling soul. My hope with this novel is to have the women and those who love women tap into this fog and feel the ruby red emotion.

If you are interested in following me in this journey, please feel free to reach out to chat about it or to just be put on the tag list. I have so many story ideas, but this one is different. It whispers to me everyday I don't work on it, I need you to write me. This story demands so much from me, and that's how I know I am truly a writer. I have struggled with this idea; am I not a writer or not? These stories plague me in the late hours of the star spattered sky until I wipe the sleep from my eyes and write it down. But this one has never left me like the others. I think of the characters and how real they feel to me. I see a TikTok while doom scrolling that brings tears to my eyes and it sparks an idea for a scene. My world is slowly becoming overcome this story, simply because it demands it. That is how I know I am a writer.

Sorry for this long and rather wordy post, but I hope you get a feeling for this story. If you can't tell this is a passion project for me, so please love only. thanks and I hope to provide you with an amenable amount of feminine rage!

xoxo-ven

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My dream as a writer isn’t to get published and make a lot of money, it’s to have a fanbase devoted enough that I can post a story about a background character that had four lines or drop a piece of obscure lore and they go crazy over it

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a shower of sin

you've never believed in God, but at this moment, you wish you did.  just to ask his forgiveness.  it always is followed with regret.  you shouldn’t love it; the mouths, the hands, the sweat, the touch, but it’s seductive to you. the sin leaves you standing  before your shower.  a deathly cold has riddled  its way into your aching bones. your numb hand reaches out clinging to the chilled metal, the squeak of the handle  is followed by the patter of rainfall.  a cloud of steam rises and  settles on the already mildewed ceiling. peeling the sin-scented clothing  from your aching body.  pulling back the curtain,  you take a step into the  white stained plastic tub. the burning water coats  your head and shoulders.  as you tilt your face to the ceiling the water drops melt and mix  with the tears that have fallen. your knees and hips protest  as you slump  onto the floor of the tub.  you’ve never believed in God, but just this once you did.  to ask him why you have to seek comfort from the shower and not from her.  your mother who used to hold you in the creaking wooden rocking chair.  when the thunderstorms would sending you with tears in your eyes into  her loving arms.  in her place now is the soothing thrum of the water pressure on your back. showering the sin from your soul isn’t possible.  instead you lather your bruised and lovebitten skin with a minty fresh gel,  and ignore the burning lump in your throat that yearns to call out for  your mommy’s warm embrace. 

-laney x

[delaneydaywrites]

fiction of a teenaged fan

pairing: y/n x y/n

word count: 947

genre: poetic non-fiction reflection

warnings: poetry, freakish obsession, non-fiction prose

a/n: this is a final draft poem based in my journey of discovering, reading, obsessing, living, and writing fan fiction through my some 22 years.

taglist: any and everyone

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I look up at the flatscreen sitting on top of the warped grayish wooden dry sink that my mother has had since the dawn of time. Closing my eyes, the ROUS (rodents of unusual size) come onto the wide glass tv screen. I can't help but yell to turn it off! Reaching for the remote to shut off the nightmare inducing creature on the screen before me. My tiny 10 year old finger hovers over the Dish Directv red off button, when Westly dives head first into a wrestling match with the ROUS. The rodent gnaws on this sculpted shoulder. Fake blood soaks into his jet black cotton blouse that is in the process of being ripped to shreds. 

I watch in horror, fearing for the life of the young man. I look at the heroine, Buttercup, and wonder if she is feeling in a similar way as myself. She has a similar look to myself, I think, but I am clearly more upset. I’ve moved to my feet somehow, standing directly in front of the television screen, when Westly death rolls the rodent towards the randomly spitting fire pits and sets the beast on fire. He stumbles towards his love, grabbing his sword and stabs the ROUS until there is nothing but the wails of the large rat dying. I watch in awe for the rest of the hour and something long movie. 

That night I went to bed and dreamt myself in Buttercup’s position. The most beautiful woman in the world as the book starts. Meeting a farm hand who would later become my Dread Pirate Roberts, and we would ride off into the horizon on white horses. That was the first time I wished to be a part of the story. Yearning to have a man fight a disgusting large rat for me during a time of elementary school relationships and crushes became the talk of the 5th grade class. For the next two years I would spend my days and nights, dreaming myself into various movie universes. I was Sandy to John Travolta, Ruth to Mary Stuart Masterson’s Idgie. It wouldn’t be until I actually digested my first book, The Maze Runner by James Dashner, that I would learn about fan-fiction. 

It was Kennedy that introduced Emma and myself to fan-fiction. She told us that it was easier to read yourself in the story than to imagine it. Having since just read, and I mean actually read, my first book in the aforementioned series. I fell in love with the Character named Newt. This character was described as having a limp and a British accent; this would be the introduction of my obsession with accents which my rather British boyfriend should thank profusely. I read a self-insert fan-ficton where y/n is one of only two girls in a maze with around 100 boys of varying ages. She falls in love with Newt and helps to heal him from the loneliness of living in this Maze with no memory of who you are. I read story after story all with this similar or same plot. When I ran out of stories for a character I sought out attempting to write my own. 

As someone who had an immense hatred for reading and writing, I found this a fun challenge for myself. The earliest fan-ficiton that I have a strong memory of writing is one for the book turned tv series The 100. I had no idea how to take a story that already existed and create my own spin on it. So I sat there watching 5 minutes of an episode, and writing that down from y/n’s pov. I was only able to write three chapters like that, before I got bored. It’s still on Wattpad, but I won’t subject you to that mess. As I wrote more over the years, switching from movies and tv shows, to books, to korean pop music. I have grown in both my technical skills, and my confidence. I grew a following of my kpop fan-fictions who loved my writing and the storylines I created with their favorite members. I wrote one while at work one morning and by the time I woke up the next morning, I had 500 likes. I felt like a real writer. 

That was back in 2022, when I changed my major to creative writing from social work, to follow my new dream of becoming an author one day. Now as a 22 year old college graduate, who is going to England for a masters program in publishing and creative writing, I am on my way to completing that silly dream. I often think back to that little girl who yearned to live in the movies she watched all those nights alone. Then to the teenage girl who wrote about being loved when no guy ever looked her way. I picture the three versions of myself in a room and look at them with teary eyes as they smile proudly at who they have become. I still yearn to live in make believe worlds. The real world I am forced to live in scares me more than any post-apocalyptic world or fire swamp in a fantastical one. This one becomes too much for me often. The anxieties of standing on the edge of countless possible futures is all too much. So I run to fight dragons, defeat wizards, and ride off into the sunset with my knight in shining armor. In these worlds I know I will have a happy ending, and no matter how much I might try, I know that won’t always be the reality in the real world. 

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x ven's masterpost x

hi everyone x this is where you can find all my wips and the content related to them :)

novel projects:

wip one- dreams wip two- sea witch wip three- circus secrets of lothe fem rage

poetry:

fiction of a teenaged fan a shower of sin

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thank you guys for the love and you can check out some of my other writings and get a taste of my style! below are my fan fiction blogs dedicated to two of my favorite Kpop groups!

-atinywhore -staywhore

don't forget to comment to be on my taglist!

luv you babes xx

last updated: 05/16/2024

[delaneydaywrites]

“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you

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writeblr intro x

hello! my name is delaney and it's my dream to be a writer like many of you other lovely folks. I love to read and write and I figured I'd post here to make some friends and share my stories.

some fun facts about me :)

-my full name delaney vender day, I go by either delaney, laney, ven, so any nickname is fine! I'm 21- almost 22, my pronouns are she/her/hers, and I am from the United States

-i'm in my final year of my undergraduate program with a major in creative writing with three minors in history, linguistics, and literature.

-i am currently in the process of applying to grad schools and constantly on the verge of an anxiety attack.

-it's my dream to live and work in england at a publishing company.

-i am a huge romantic at heart and tend to cry very easily.

-i write mostly long-form novels but I am also working on a memoir about my experience studying abroad in England last spring.

-my fav genres are romantasy, sci-fi, memoirs, dark romance/any spicy books, mythology/folklore books

please feel free to reach out and chat!

have a great day :)

-ven x