#WTWEVENT

[sourrcandy]

outrun time — zhang manfui

you are a lot of trouble angel, my kind of trouble.

[inky-duchess]

WTW PLANET PROMPTS - PLANET NAME: Day 3 - Earth - Nature

This is wild and untamed, it is limitless, it is Vastia. The Vastia my ancestors had first forged into an united land, banding together a thousand tribes, city states and until provinces. One could stand in a place like this and recall that while we had left our bruises on the land, the land was still larger than we had known then.

[forever-and-almost-always]

WTW Secret Santa: When Comes The Dawn | Fenice VI Aetier

for @veneritia

[serpentarii]

WTW SECRET SANTA ; mitzie and the things she found in the river

— for @socialmediasocrates happy holidays to a bad jingle bell bitch 🎄🎁😎

[lasbrumas]

wtw secret santa | antigone fairview by @ryns-ramblings ↳ character header for the arcana quest

[writinglyra]

WTW Secret Santa 2024

Happy Holidays, Megan (@thousand-page-dreams). Surprise, you're my target!

For my present, I wrote a short scene based on this excerpt you posted from your project, Glass Butterflies. I saw the potential for angst and decided to run with it. I hope you enjoy it and it's not too much of a downer.

The letterman smells like sweat, grass stains, and shampoo. And despite himself, Aaron pulls it into his frail, dark fist. It isn’t soft, anymore. Not really. But he fumbles for the initials embroidered on the breast: KC. He’s not far away. But it feels so impossible to be near him. Yesterday he saw a girl—blonde and loud and perfect—wearing her boyfriend’s jacket at the game, his steel-corded arms wrapped around her slender shoulders, and Aaron wanted to scream. The jacket was too big for her, dipping below her hips and hitting her thighs. But, in the autumn air, it looked like she was draped in his wings. Sometimes Aarons wants to carve KC’s name into the walls of his chest. Sometimes Aaron wants a world where he doesn’t have to. He leans back and tries to catch his failing breath. If KC could see him now… He’s not far away. There are stars stuck to KC’s ceiling. Constellations of plastic—spilling out in unsatisfying clumps and trails. So naive. A childish facsimile of the tapestry buried under those field lights. Aaron reaches up with the hand not creasing KC’s name as if to touch them, but he doesn’t come close. So he lets his wrist splatter onto his chest and rolls to bury his nose in KC’s scent. The girl in the jacket didn’t know what she had. Didn’t know how beautiful it was to be so effortlessly someone’s. It's unfair. Aaron doesn’t feel himself sitting up. He only feels his arms snaking their way into the sleeves. And then he’s a chrysalis, curled up on KC’s bed, staring up at a star he can imagine is a witness. He wants to stay like this forever. But KC isn’t far away. There’s something desperate in him, he thinks. He shouldn’t want this much.

This was really fun, and it was surprisingly refreshing to write something that wasn't for one of my WIPs. I can't wait to do it again next year.

[veneritia]

wtw relationships week → protagonist & antagonist (ft. deuteragonist)

↳ Fenice + Aretos

They're cousins, at least if Aretos is who he truly says he is. And if he is, then they are in direct competition for the throne Fenice desires so much. They developed an unlikely friendship in Hesperia, when Aretos masqueraded as the enigmatic noble Sartore Vitae. Fenice often relied on his counsel and information to help bring Isidore under her thumb. Aretos, meanwhile, sees a lot of himself in Fenice, almost the the point of intense projection. He sees Fenice as an ally in his own vengeance against Dantalion, if only he could make her see that for herself.

↳ Fenice + Nike

They're bound for eternity in holy matrimony. Neither of them are happy about it, but their happiness hardly matters when politics is thrown into the mix. But their status as husband and wife doesn't change the fact that they, and their families, are bloody enemies. Fenice must watch her back against any of Nike's schemes, constantly aware of the viper that sleeps in her bed each night. Nike must sacrifice his pride and be subservient to the daughter of his enemy to protect his younger sister, but he cannot simply standby as his 'wife' plans to kill his brother.

↳ Nike + Aretos

Aretos and Nike have a working relationship. Aretos is one of the powers supporting Nike's brother from the shadows, and ever since Nike's marriage Aretos has been working as the liaison between the two Deominos brothers. But despite this, Nike knows Aretos is the furthest thing from a friend or ally.

Taglist (ask to be +/-):

@bloomingwrites @writinglyra @zmwrites @trapped-inadystopianovel @inky-duchess @aalinaaaaaa @seasteading @kaatiba @lazulis-stuff @serpentarii @sourrcandy @charlesjosephwrites @marrowwife @prosayst

[abalonetea]

Noah is a gamer, a hacker, a sit around for another movie kind of guy. He has a weak stomach, a very picky set of tastes, and doesn’t handle foul odors very well. He’s what you would consider the comic relief of a story. He’s the goofy guy, the one who doesn’t think through things quite right, the guy always cracking a joke. He wouldn’t know someone was flirting with him if they were hitting him upside the face...And he loves his best friend more than anything in the world.

An avid lover of horror movies and occasional frequenter of the dark web, Noah isn’t the kind of guy you would expect to be the hero of a story. So maybe it’s a good thing that he isn’t really shaping up to be the hero. Not of everyone’s story. Just of his best friend’s story. See, Noah is goofy, and he’s easily frightened, and he’s not the most bold guy in the world. He’s a terrible liar but a decent shot with a gun, and when it comes down to it—when it really comes down to it—Noah would do anything to take care of Hunter.

Even skew his own morals. At heart, that’s the focus of SHED. Watching Noah become a different person and seeing how he picks up that line in the sand and then throws it somewhere else, just to pretend everything is normal. Does he end up with bloodied hands by the end of the book? Absolutely. But he never thinks twice about it.

[ryns-ramblings]

𝐖𝐓𝐖 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒; monsters and majesty

Happy holidays @writinglyra! Apologies on it being posted on the last day of the gift exchange I didn't my computer with Photoshop with me

[socialmediasocrates]

merriest of christmases @thewritersplace ❤️

[silent-creed]

WTW PLANET PROMPTS - MERCURY: LOCATIONS

Kingdom of Farosek

Ruled by the royal family of Vexin, Farosek is an archipelago with a diverse population. Loyal shifters, clever faeries, and the hot-blooded drakon call the lands of these islands home. In the surrounding waters swim the selkie-folk guided by the steady hand of their ancient queen and ever at odds with the mischievous and dangerous sirens who roam the coasts. Even the enchanting mer can be seen further out at sea from time to time, playing among the sapphire waves.

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[sourrcandy]

WTW FEAST OF FRIGHT - DAY #16: JACK O' LANTERN : write a 250-500 word character study for your protagonist

KNIGHTS ; files from the holy grail ↳ #04. gareth — violet laurent clemonte

Violet Laurent thinks her mother married well. The Clemontes are welcoming, and it helps that her mother’s reputation as a supermodel proceeds her. Everyone knew of Fleur Laurent’s share of lovers with no strings attached, so the news of the french fashion model’s marriage comes as a surprise. Her birth father had wrestled for rights to claim her, but Reginald Clemonte’s influence precedes all, and Violet had gratefully accepted the name change, after all, the Clemonte name comes with many, many benefits. Plus, the name ‘Violet Clemonte’ rolls off the tongue so perfectly it is hard to refuse. She discovers the drawbacks of the Clemonte name when she is sixteen. It is the fourteenth anniversary of her mother’s death, and also her younger sister Colette’s fourteenth birthday. Violet knows she shouldn’t, but she still harbours a slight grudge towards Colette, because her birth took away their mother.

She can’t recognise any aspect of Colette as her mother, the only thing tying them together is the signature Laurent blonde hair and the slightest twinge of a flowery accent on their tongues. The entrance hall of the Jacobean estate is filled with birthday decorations, streamers and ribbons hang from the ceiling and birthday presents fill the halls. Violet sees names she can't recognise and automatically assumes it's from all around high society, each family trying to out do each other. Archie, the family butler, ushers her out of the way as a group of delivery men make their way down the corridor to bring boxes after boxes into one of the lounge rooms in the East Wing. “Ms Violet, it’s best to stay out of the way when deliveries come through the manor,” he reminds her, eyes smiling kindly as he redirects her attention away from the gifts her younger sibling is showered with. Selena, the fresh twelve-year-old Father adopted recently, runs up to take her hand. “Do I get presents too?” She asks, eyes wide with wonder as she takes in the festivities. “Not today, Lena,” Violet replies, patting her affectionately on the head. At her words, the younger girl grips her tiger plush toy tighter and juts her lower lip out in a pout. “You girls look disappointed. It's your sister's birthday, at least pretend to care,” a deep honeyed voice comes from behind them. Violet turns around on her heels in surprise, nearly stumbling into Selena. When all she sees is a crisp ironed suit, she turns her gaze upwards and swallows nervously. Broker smiles, the polite expression getting under her skin and making her squirm in her spot. “Ah, more children, does he know when to stop?” He says to himself. Violet wonders if his tone is louder intentionally for her to hear. Then, he voices, “You’re Laurent’s daughter, aren’t you?” “It’s Clemonte, sir,” she replies firmly. Broker nods as if agreeing, saying, “Of course you are, like mother like daughter.” Then, Violet’s gaze drops to the wrapped gift in Broker’s arms labelled C. Clemonte. There are only specific times Broker visits the estate: to attend stuffy meetings with Father, or, she realises now, to celebrate the birthdays of biological Clemontes. Violet has never felt more like an outsider. She swallows bitterly, and grips Selena’s hand tighter. “I take after Father more,” she interjects, straightening her posture. “You surely are stubborn enough to be like him,” he comments. Broker tilts his head to the side as if to study her, and his smile widens. “Enjoy your sister’s birthday, Laurent.” Then, he sidesteps sharply and continues down the hall. Violet watches as a squealing Colette bounds up to Broker in her blue princess dress, gasping in delight as she accepts the gift and gives the man a tight hug. “Uncle, you're the best! Thank you!” She exclaims. Rare affection dawns on Broker’s face, and his voice is clear as day as he replies, “Anything for a Clemonte.”

[inky-duchess]

WTW PLANET PROMPTS - PLANET NAME: Day 7 - Uranus - History or Science

King Pyotor ruled over Vastia for fifty three years, the third longest reigning monarch in history. The grandfather of the current Crown Prince Mikhail, he stands as the standard of all what a monarch should be. But Misha always remembers him as his Grandpapa.

[woundlight]

WTW PLANET PROMPTS - VENUS: POLITICS - godslayer

The Exarchy is an interstellar theocratic empire ruling over the vast expanse of the Ecumene. Being the largest and most powerful political entity in the known space, it is the ultimate authority for the majority of humankind. Following the angels' assault on humanity, the Church gained unparalleled political power, with the Inquisition assuming the dual roles of defense against cosmic threats and maintaining social order. The Holy Synod, governing both the Church and the Inquisition, holds absolute authority over the Exarchy, while the Exarch serves largely ceremonial roles. Entrusted with the ultimate fate of humanity, the Synod determines the course of affairs in its struggle for survival. However, maintaining a centralized government over interstellar distances is impossible, even with faster-than-light travel and communication. This has resulted in a neo-feudal structure within the Exarchy, where the noble dynasties of the Great Houses are responsible for various functions of the empire. Headed by the seven Archons, these Great Houses comprise the Synkletos, the senate of the Exarchy. This body carries out the day-to-day decisions required to govern the Exarchy according to the Synod’s will.

godslayer taglist:

@zorya-km @seasteading

[writingsfromspace]

WTW FEAST OF FRIGHT - DAY 1: Jack o' lantern

Write a 250-500 word character study for your protagonist

268 words

Not super pleased with it but Kadmos is being Kadmos.

It was a cold winter night, and Kadmos was wandering.

The first snow had fallen a few days ago, but it had melted now, and the streets just glistened wetly under the streetlights. It wasn’t warm, though, not by a long shot, so Kadmos kept moving.

In truth, he should probably go to Berndt. He’d be welcomed in, he knew that — Berndt would even be glad he had the good sense to come. If his phone hadn’t been dead, odds were he had a text for him with an invitation, worry thinly veiled under some other excuse for him to go.

But he was fine. He couldn’t constantly rely on his friends to take care of him, and they shouldn’t have to. He’d be fine. The weather had turned mild, anyway. Tomorrow, when the library opened, he’d sneak in there and get rid of the cold creeping into his coat.

Yet, despite it all, he found his feet had carried him to Nuri’s street, and slowed down as he passed by the apartment block.

The light was on behind the balcony his eyes landed on every time. It must be past midnight. Nuri was studying late, or lost in some sewing project, or something sillier.

Kadmos found himself pausing, imagining Nuri’s hands, much warmer than his, running some fabric through the sewing machine, his eyes focused, a strand of hair pulled loose from behind his ear.

He, too, would be happy to welcome Kadmos in.

He didn’t even have to look to find Nuri’s doorbell among the several dozen by the door.

He only needed to ring.

[lasbrumas]

WTW PLANET PROMPTS – VENUS: POLITICS

theocracy ; 1. a form of government in which God or a deity is recognized as the supreme civil ruler, the God's or deity's laws being interpreted by the ecclesiastical authorities 2. a system of government by priests claiming a divine commission 3. a commonwealth or state under such a form or system of government

Throughout the Age of Water, a theocracy rules over most of the Ibra river valley and the surrounding area. Despite it being an Age of Water, with the Mother in exaltation, male clergy still lead the Church. A council of 15 elder clergy members, normally one or two from surrounding regions, interpret divine messages spoken through the Vessel. This is normally a man, woman, or child who serves as a physical manifestation of the Age. During Burning of the Apiary, a Woman of the Faith currently acts as the Vessel.

These head clergy members take the Mother's messages (spoken through the Vessel) and use them to create the Doctrine, which dictates everything from marriage and modesty codes. Decrees are often sent out within a day of receiving a message, and all municipalities must comply as soon as possible.