#Silencia writes

[esuemmanuel]

Don't be silent for my sake. I know you love to laugh, and dance, and write to anything that makes you feel something, so why are you silent? Do you think I haven't seen you when you thought you were without me? Don't be hypocritical; my presence should not take away your smile or your desire to be you.

No calles por mí. Anda, sigue siendo tú. Yo sé que amas reír, bailar y escribirle a todo lo que te hace sentir algo, ¿por qué te silencias? ¿Crees que no te he visto cuando te has creído sin mi presencia? No seas hipócrita; que esté presente no debe quitarte ni la sonrisa ni las ganas de ser tú.

[victormalonso]

cuaderno de bitácora | víctor m. alonso

[elemento de sombras, \ tus ojos y la mar arrastran mis palabras al frío de la noche. \ eres cruel en tu cúpula de estrellas, \ pero la luna te devuelve el eco de los años y mi sangre. \ en este ámbito, tan sólo una metáfora me ubica y me silencia, \ porque aquí es el mar quien manda, \ quien impone los rumbos de la vida \ quien redacta la bitácora del silencio.]

[element of shadows, \ your eyes and the sea drag my words into the cold of the night. \ you are cruel in your dome of stars, \ but the moon gives you back the echo of the years and my blood. \ In this ambit, only a metaphor places me and silences me, \ because here it is the sea who rules, \ who imposes the course of life, \ who writes the log of silence.]

[nature-antithesis]

Welcome to Nature Antithesis!

This is a blog dedicated to my project called Nature Antithesis. I'll share here any updates, drabbles, ideas, WIPs and finished chapters, as well as art related to the project and character designs C:

Genre: Sapphic fantasy. Status: WIP. Started: January 2024. Synopsis: A wandering elven druid arrives to a sacred forest during her travels. Townsfolk tell her the forest has been sick for a while and decides to stay until she can help cure it. And then she'll have a fateful meeting with the keeper of the forest, another elven druid, who has been living there for centuries. She's already been looking for a cure for some time already. Will they manage to fix the problem together?

About page with more info.

The story and all updates will be in both English and Spanish. Different posts will be made for writing centric posts, but art posts will have only one. Feel free to mute the one for the other language.

Bienvenide a Nature Antithesis!

Este es un blog dedicado a mi proyecto llamado Nature Antithesis. Postearé aqui cualquier actualización, drabbles, ideas, textos en progreso y episodios terminados, además de artes relacionados con el proyecto o diseños de personaje.

Género: Fantasia sáfica. Estado: En proceso. Empezado: Enero 2024. Sinopsis: Una druida elfa ambulante llega a un bosque sagrado durante sus viajes. Los habitantes de un pueblo de los alrededores le cuentan que el bosque lleva enfermo durante un tiempo y decide quedarse hasta que pueda ayudar a curarlo. Y allí tendrá un encuentro predestinado con la guardiana del bosque, otra druida elfa, que ha estado viviendo en el bosque durante siglos. Ha estado buscando una cura durante un tiempo. Conseguirán solucionar el problema juntas?

Pagina about con más info.

Todos los posts de la historia se harán tanto en inglés como en español. Se harán posts diferentes para cada idioma cuando sean con foco en la escritura, pero los de arte tendrán solo uno. Silencia el tag de la otra lengua si lo prefieres.

🍃 Personal blog: @eirasummers || 🔥 Art blog: @eirasummersart

[bitternest]

Stand Out "What the Fuck Is This" albums by "mainstream artists"

André 3000 - New Blue Sun. A flute album. From André 3000. Just look at the track titles and listen.

Coldplay - Mylo Xyloto - "tells the story of a war against sound and colour on the planet Silencia" like come the fuck on

Disclaimer: I hate this. The Smashing Pumpkins - ATUM. A fucking sprawling mess of a rock space opera. It's got a dramatis personae. It's like if Brandon Sanderson tried to write a musical space opera and I need you to understand there is nothing in that sentence that is a compliment. But by god do they put their whole-ass pussies into it.

Rock bands used to just write about whatever the fuck. Not to be all "old music was better!" but when's the last time the world's highest selling band released a song about killing people with hammers. The Who made an entire rock opera about a deaf, mute, and blind guy who is so good at pinball that he inspires a cultlike group of devotees who think he's the next christ. It was released at the peak of their popularity and was made into a movie featuring people like Elton John and Tina Turner.

I think classic rock gets a reputation for being all about girls and cars and drugs but for about 15-20 years there were absolutely no rules on acceptable song subject matter. Pink Floyd has a song about a gnome going on an adventure. Alice Cooper has a whole album about breaking out of the Ableist Insane Asylum because he misses his dog. These weren't weird little indie groups, these were all highly successful charting bands getting radio airplay and selling out stadiums.

We need to bring this culture back. No more love songs. Sing about wizards.

[chaosnsparks]

San Dimas - CA 🇺🇸 Sofia Chudzik Bauer | IG: @sofiacbauer

🇧🇷 PT_BR

Eu sempre brinco que moro no Faroeste, no Rancho, e não tem muito o que fazer por aqui. As coisas fecham cedo, até nos finais de semana, as opções são limitadas, ir para cidades um pouco maiores demanda carro e eu só tenho uma bicicleta. Mas com isso, aprendi a me virar para me divertir e ter bons momentos, mesmo no meio do nada.

O Faroeste me ensinou coisas preciosas:

Posso ter momentos de pausa sem a necessidade de estar sempre ocupada;

O tédio é necessário e estimula a criatividade;

A rotina ajuda a focar no que realmente importa. A falta de opções e o limite de horários me levaram a criar uma rotina de atividades para aproveitar ao máximo;

O planejamento reduz dores de cabeça. Como tudo é longe daqui, sempre organizo meu dia e minha rotina para realizar tudo que quero e preciso;

Viver com momentos de pausa, tédio, rotina e planejamento me permite pensar e agir melhor, focando nas minhas metas e tendo mais energia e tempo para realizar o que desejo.

A cultura da pressa em grandes cidades afeta de forma silenciosa, mesmo que não pareça. O excesso de opções nos distrai constantemente, tornando fácil perder o foco e esquecer o que realmente importa. No entanto, o Faroeste me ajuda a manter o foco, pois aqui não há muitas distrações.

Agora entendo que morar aqui é como um período sabático para um escritor que se muda para uma cabana nas montanhas para terminar de escrever um livro. Esse "autoexílio" permite que as coisas aconteçam, pois ouvimos as vozes internas da alma que a cidade grande silencia. Mesmo no meio do nada e sem perspectivas predefinidas, encontramos nosso caminho de volta.

Que você também encontre o seu "Faroeste" interior, mergulhe dentro de si mesmo e siga em direção aos seus objetivos.

🇺🇸 EN

I always joke that I live in the Wild West, on a Ranch, and there isn't much to do around here. Things close early, even on weekends, options are limited, going to slightly bigger towns requires a car, and I only have a bicycle. But with this, I've learned to make the most of my time and have great moments, even in the middle of nowhere.

The Wild West has taught me valuable lessons:

I can have moments of pause without the need to be constantly busy.

Boredom is necessary and stimulates creativity.

Routine helps focus on what truly matters. The lack of options and limited hours led me to create a routine of activities to make the most of my time.

Planning reduces headaches. Since everything is far from here, I always organize my day and routine to accomplish everything I want and need.

Living with moments of pause, boredom, routine, and planning allows me to think and act better, focusing on my goals and having more energy and time to achieve what I desire.

The culture of haste in big cities silently affects us, even if it doesn't seem like it. An excess of options constantly distracts us, making it easy to lose focus and forget what truly matters. However, the Wild West helps me maintain focus because there aren't many distractions here.

Now I understand that living here is like a sabbatical period for a writer who moves to a cabin in the mountains to finish writing a book. This "self-exile" allows things to happen because we hear the inner voices of the soul that the big city silences. Even in the middle of nowhere and without predefined prospects, we find our way back.

May you also find your inner "Wild West," delve into yourself, and move toward your goals.

[riylcast]

Episode 567: Marc Byrd (of Hammock)

Sometimes you can’t fully appreciate the power of music until you need it. 

For me, it was 2019’s Silencia, which helped me through the darkest period of the pandemic. 

Naturally, I jumped at the opportunity to speak to Marc Byrd on the occasion of Hammock’s 12th release, Love in the Void. 

Byrd happily discussed the healing role of music as a musician, as writing and performing pulled him through some of his own darkest moments.

[silenciawrites]

Nano 2020 Weekly Update

As I do. It’s really lovely to be able to hang out with my Wrimo crew from a few years back again, and it’s showing in my writing! (That may also be the procrastination talking, though...what final on Monday?) Project: Stonecast Status: Complete Draft 1 Word Count: 10 232/50 000 Excerpt:

The minutes count down to midnight, one year to the day after she had made her fateful Casting. Zolenna stares, hypnotized, at the hourglass sand as it trickles through and down, each grain another second of time she had not expected to have. She listens fiercely, as though she will hear the crackling of the flame and the screams of the dying, as though the blood and torment in the vision would not have taken hours to cause…

The last few grains of sand trickle into the bottom of the glass, and nothing has happened. She lives in a room alone now, after spending most of the last year dedicating herself only to her craft and being granted a higher status because of it. But she imagines that in her old room, the other girls still breathe evenly in their sleep. There is no fire. There is no blood. It has been one year, and she is alive. 

And this...cannot be possible. The hourglass has run out on the year she had left, and she is still breathing. No smoke fills the air. No screams shatter the quiet of the dark hours. There are no crackling flames, no spreading blood on the stone floors of the library. The keep is the same as it has ever been, and she does not know what to do.

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It’s pretty rough but it’s there, is the thing. Tag list: @writekaywrite @tinbramble (I don’t think I’ve been tagging anyone else in this? I’m not sure? idk.)

[emptysurface]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Original Female Character(s), Amelia Bones, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Original Male Character(s), Minerva McGonagall, Marauders (Harry Potter), Gideon Prewett (Harry Potter), Fabian Prewett, Ignatius Prewett, Lucretia Black Prewett Additional Tags: Marauders Era (Harry Potter), Self-Insert, Two Self-Inserts at Hogwarts, Worldbuilding, magical headcanons, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, implied child neglect, Emotional Manipulation, slightly sad backstories, Growing Up, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

Enid Prewett dreams of becoming an animagus and studying under the greatest Transfiguration Master of her time, Minerva McGonagall. It's Going To Happen.

Eleanor Flint is here to learn magic, play Quidditch, and eat all the food. She's also absolutely, definitely, totally, a proper Pureblood Lady.

Finally having reached the auspicious age of eleven, armed with (somewhat spotty) knowledge and additional life experience (less useful than you might think), these two witches are finally going to Hogwarts.

With no idea that the other actually exists.

Nothing could possibly go wrong.

[kaistrex]

Hiya!! For your end of the year asks - 13 & 14? :)

13. favorite writing song/artist/album of this year

Hammock. My playlist of their tracks is currently 8½ hours long and is only going to get longer!

I can actually link the bigger fics I wrote this year to the Hammock album I listened to while writing them, so indulge me as I list them here!

Where the Real Beasts Are was a mixed playlist of Silencia and Universalis

Cloaked in Gold was Mysterium

Home was the two tracks Tape Recorder and Tornado Warning (Tornado Warning in particular is the perfect soundtrack for Chapter 5)

Elsewhere was Elsewhere (I straight up named it after the album I listened to because I had no idea what else to call it 😂)

14. a fic you didn’t expect to write

Probably a bad case of the wilds. I’m no stranger to reading smut, but writing it like this (and actually posting it) is way out of my comfort zone haha. People seemed to enjoy it though 🤣

Thanks for the ask <3

Questions here if anyone else is interested!

[ssojack]

sso hogwarts au: sorting!

one of these days, i’m going to write the softest, most self-indulgent sso hogwarts au, because fuck, man, all i want is to see the soul riders at hogwarts. i would kill to see my favorite characters as wizards falling in love, navigating youth, and trying to simultaneously fight garnok and ace their exams. anyways, i’m going to explore this au more soon, but for now, here’s my sorting headcanons for who i can picture as a student. feel free to add any of your own headcanons and help me brainstorm!

gryffindor:

alex, anne, madison, mica, rania, alonso

hufflepuff:

lisa, tan, maya, jupiter, keema, emma

ravenclaw:

linda, syntax, ming yue, violet, luciana, kora

slytherin:

james, justin, loretta, silencia, ricky, thalia

[bittertomato]

Yooo just passing by to leave this here... 🎵 📚 🌍 😭 and the one after it but i can't see the emoji (has a fic ever made your face hurt from laughing so much?)

Yooooo. I’m pretty sure you’ve already passed by and left LOLOLOLOL sorry for the late answer but thank you for sending one in XD

🎵 What do you listen to while you read?

Answered here but since I change videos around so much I might as well offer an alternative XD

📚 What’s the longest fic you’ve read in one sitting?

Also answered here but I might as well mention others, right?

I don’t actually remember if I read all of this in one sitting, but Child of Earth by Gilmare on FFN is pretty long. I don’t remember how long it took to read though.

Yes, as you can see my long fics tend to be from Sailor Moon LOL. The older fandoms can write. Also, they had a lot of time to finish posting chapters lol.

🌍 What is your dream AU?

An alternative to my answer here would be a Fate AU with all of my favs as Servants LMFAO. I have considered writing this but I refuse there’s too many characters and idek how that would work.

😭 Has a fic ever left you inconsolable?

Probably? Maybe? I don’t know actually. I tend to like it when my favs suffer so... I honestly don’t remember if any have left me inconsolable. I get a better emotional response from visuals lol.

I think the best fic I can think of is Full of Grace by Silencia del Umbrae for Frozen. I remember reading it for the first time like 3 years ago, getting to the end, and going “what the fuck did I just read?”

🤣 Has a fic ever made your face hurt from laughing so much?

Yes! I just! Cannot remember! Which one! Is the one! That sent me! Into a laughing fit! The most lol. I know @sailorportia​‘s butch!Diana has made me laugh, but I know there are others. 

[joakimantonio]

Quando você silencia, grita, elogia ou critica, eu retiro sua roupa de letras e leio você. Cada palavra carrega um, "eu sou". Todo silêncio tem o peso do viver. Joakim Antonio #poeta #escritor #writer #writing #joakimantonio #poetry #poet #brasil #brazil #poesia #quote #frases #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #writers #writersofinstagram #writersofig #writerscommunity #writers #poetrycommunity (em São Paulo, Brazil) https://www.instagram.com/p/BnACDkeh86L/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=10f58xxxerbvu

[silenciawrites]

NaNo “Weekly” Update 3

Good morning! I have literally nothing to say for myself.

Project: Stonecast and other various writings Status: Draft 1 complete Word Count: 153,902/50,000

Excerpt:

Where is Li?

She sits up, or tries to--her body barely lets her shift a few inches up before it gives out on her and she collapses back down. With a surprised hiss, she tries again. This time she can’t really force herself up at all. 

“Shh,” says a voice from an angle outside of her range. Zolenna’s body doesn’t even move, but the shock of the unexpected sound--it’s not Li. It’s a stranger. 

“You’re all right,” the voice continues, a little too patiently. “Your friend is here, too, worrying themselves sick about you. Everything is fine. You just need to stay still and be quiet.” 

The owner of the voice appears in the corner of Zolenna’s vision, closing in until she can finally make out features. Sharp, is the first thing that comes to mind--the jut of her chin, the blade of her nose, the prominent cheekbones and darting smile. Her hair is short and as black as Zolenna’s own, though it has more curl than hers. 

She looks...familiar, somehow. Not her actual face. Zolenna knows she does not know this girl. But her features, the way she looks. She looks like many of the students Zolenna has known in the past.

“Your friend says that you’re travelers here, and that the desert is outside of your usual range. I would say that sounds about accurate.” She smiles again, but there’s no humour in it. “If you weren’t, you would know better than to go out and fiddle with the night cactuses. They don’t take kindly to it.”

Her lips part slightly, but what comes out instead of a question is really more of a breath. The stranger seems to understand, though, because she smiles and shrugs. “You’re not going to die,” she says, which wasn’t really what Zolenna wanted to know--after all, she is going to die, if all goes as planned. It’s just a question of when. She wants to know if Li is all right, what happened to them, how they got here. Those sorts of things.

“That’s just how night cactus works,” the stranger says calmly, completely ignoring Zolenna’s pointed mental questions in a way that seems very rude. “It starts with hallucinations. Then paralysis. Then muscle weakness. I saw you move a little, so I know we’re getting through to the last part. Once that’s over, you should start to feel like yourself again.” She briskly adjusts the thin sheet before resting a hand just above Zolenna’s forehead. Not actually touching her. Li must have asked them not to. 

She has never appreciated Li enough.

--

Tag list: @writekaywrite @tinbramble @toboldlywrite (I think?) I’ve finished Stonecast so my last update will probably be on some other writings I am doing, but hey, we’re moving!

[desemprego]

write about

Você diz não ser romântica e pede que eu entenda.

Te peço um carinho, uma surpresa, umas palavras, um gesto. Silencia.

Imploro com os olhos um momento de ternura e você diz que não entende essa carência minha repentina.

Emburreço para que transpareça o que sinto e o que recebo é outra cara emburrada em sinal de desaprovação.

Queria dizer que não, mas isso dói a longo prazo.

Ao prazo que te dei para termos a próxima conversa sobre o nosso futuro ou destino.

Queria ter mais coragem.

Você diz não ser romântica e pede para que eu entenda, mas necessito de uma demonstração de afeto uma vez ou outra.

Não cobrar o que deve ser involuntário eu repito várias vezes em minha cabeça. Desculpa por isso.

Então me lembro da sua pouca vontade de me ver e me ter em sua cama nas noites de frio, de tédio, de fogo.

Por que estamos aqui ainda?

Queria ter mais coragem para dizer tudo diretamente a você mas tenho medo de ouvir uma resposta que faça tudo parar.

Seguimos.

Até quando, eu não sei.

[universitybookstore]

For the last three days, I have been devouring a short novel by Mozambican writer, Mia Couto called CONFESSION OF THE LIONESS – unless it’s really been devouring me. I feel like I’ve been attacked. I’ve gasped every few pages, hit by shock after shock. Sometimes I have to put the book down until my breathing becomes normal again. I don’t see Couto’s surprises coming; they just sort of erupt out of the darkness and hit you. This is not magical realism; it’s taking another belief system as real. With a name that sounds like an African woman, this white African man known as Mia Couto writes like no one else, and yet all the classic conventions of a novel are there underneath the shocking African newness. My first impulse on finishing it was to start at the beginning and read it over again, to see how the hell he did that! It’s quite a performance in plotting and suspense, with writing that’s consistently brilliant until it blows up on itself at the end.

CONFESSION OF THE LIONESS by Mia Couto Regular price $16 20% off at University Book Store Our price: $12.80

LIONS HAVE SURROUNDED THE VILLAGE

Mariamar knows that her sister, Silencia, was the most recent victim of the lions attacking the villagers of Kulumani in Mozambique. She also knows the hunter who has arrived to kill the marauding animals – they’ve met years before, when the moody charmer Archie Bullseye saved her from the unwanted attentions of the village policeman.

Now Archie and Mariamar are the only two who suspect what is really happening as village terror mounts and the lions are not the only danger. The real danger may be that Archie is in love with someone else.

Told in alternating diaries between Mariamar and Archie, this plunge into ancient African religion and deadly contemporary jealousies builds to an unforgettable encounter.

Come discuss the book with us!

Nick’s Picks Book Club UNIVERSITY BOOK STORE 4326 University Way NE The bookstore café Monday, July 31, 6 pm

You’ve never read anything quite like this before. Take the plunge. It’s a real rollercoaster of an experience, so be ready for the floor to drop out from under you! -- Nick

[atomicblasphemy]

I cannot sleep, I felt as though I can no longer dream.

I don’t know how to live on when it seems so easy to die.

And I no longer know what to say or what to think. I feels so unreal, I no longer feel real myself.

Hours pass in endurance of this plight, listening to the cries, I tell you once more, in my thoughts.

How long until the answer is made clear? I have trouble understanding where such cruelty stems from? So much indifference, so much hatred for their own homeland, for their people, for life itself, for all those forlorn souls. When will the terrible night end? Amid chains we moan, there’s no glory there’s no joy.

And we don’t know when will it stop. One that tastes power starves for more of it. They ran out of lies, the lies they themselves told until they started believing it, but they keep the savior act regardless. All they want now is to mold minds like clay. All they want now is to steal, they are not willing to give. “Privileges for those who toil”... No, they are sat upon the throne they crafted out blood, sweat, and tears, and they expect smiling gazes to meet their sight.

Espero no olvidar, espero no olvidar que la historia siempre se ha repetido y que hemos vivido en un eterno ciclo de guerra, injusticia y abuso de poder, donde se silencia la verdad y los líderes mueren por defender una patria que les da la espalda.

El pueblo es superior a sus dirigentes, hemos tardado en entender, pero nunca es tarde para abrir los ojos y este es el momento, observa, escucha, escribamos una historia que estemos orgullosos de contar.

I hope I won’t ever forget. I hope I won’t ever forget that history keeps repeating itself and that lived through an endless cycle of war, injustice, and abuse of power. Where truth is silence and leaders die for defending a nation that turned its back at them.

The people is better than its rulers. It took us long enough to understand this, but it is never too late to open our eyes. And now is the time. Stay watchful, listen to everything... Let us write a history we will be proud to tell.

No puedo dormir, se siente que ya no puedo soñar.

No se cómo vivir cuando parece que es tan fácil morir.

Y ya no sé qué decir porque ni se que pensar, se siente tan irreal como si yo misma no fuera real.

Se me pasan las horas viendo el sufrimiento, escuchando los lamentos, los repito una otra vez en mi pensamiento.

Aún cuando la respuesta es clara me. cuesta entender, de donde nace tanta crueldad, tanta indiferencia, tanto odio por la propia tierra, por el pueblo, por la vida, y por todas las almas perdidas ¿ cuándo cesará la horrible noche? entre cadenas gemimos, pero no hay gloria ni hay júbilo.

Y no sabemos cuándo parará, el que prueba el poder siempre quiere más. Se les acabaron las mentiras que ellos mismos se habían creído, siguen fingiendo que hay algo que quieren salvar cuando solo quieren moldear el pensamiento, cuando solo quieren robar porque no están dispuestos a ceder, privilegios por los que no trabajan, se sientan por encima de todos en un trono hecho de sangre, sudor y lágrimas y esperan que les sonrían de vuelta.

Espero no olvidar, espero no olvidar que la historia siempre se ha repetido y que hemos vivido en un eterno ciclo de guerra, injusticia y abuso de poder, donde se silencia la verdad y los líderes mueren por defender una patria que les da la espalda.

El pueblo es superior a sus dirigentes, hemos tardado en entender, pero nunca es tarde para abrir los ojos y este es el momento, observa, escucha, escribamos una historia que estemos orgullosos de contar.