I Think That Sometimes The Best Thing That You Can Do Is Remind Yourself That There Are Beaches. Lakes,

Ilya Kaminsky, “Still Dancing: An Interview with Ilya Kaminsky”

@ocdevelopmentstuff asked for a moodboard for their soldier Aksel. Hope you like this one! Requests for OC aesthetics are open

To Lily, a modern Beauty, by @ladyliliana. I hope this fits her! Requests for OC aesthetics are open.

“the ending is always the same”

war of the foxes - richard silken / waterloo - ABBA / euripides’ medea - the little theatre / anne carson / the three fates - luca cambiaso / the oresteia - aeschylus / road to hell II - hadestown / when i met you - mira lightner / andersen’s fairy tale anthology

if we’re mutuals, and I don’t care whether we’ve been mutuals for twelve (12) minutes or three (3) years, you can send me a message any time about any thing. family life is shit? bitch, tell me about it and even if I can’t help, I can listen. struggling with mental illness and feel like you can’t talk to anyone? talk to me. literally. you always can. saw a cute cat? SEND THAT BITCH MY WAY

Title Game Both the lovely @knightedwriter and @panticwritten tagged my to scroll through my WIP at random and use the sentences I land on as titles. Thanks so much! I’m using Elementary: 1. Are You Hungry? 2. Sunrise at the Graveyard 3. Like Looking at a Map 4. Enter the City like a Scarecrow 5. First Answers, Then Facts 6. You Expected a Man 7. He Blushed 8. A Fleeting Image 

If I’m being honest, I could use some of these ;). I’m not tagging anyone because I don’t know that many people here and I don’t want to spam you all, but if anyone feels like doing this (come on, it’s funny), consider yourself tagged!

Ruth Madievsky, All-Night Pharmacy // Suzanne Scanlon, Promising Young Women // Robin Roe, A List of Cages // Hayao Miyazaki, Kiki's Delivery Service // Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980 // D. H. Lawrence, The Plumbed Serpent // Jennifer S. Cheng, "So We Must Meet Apart" // Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart // Alice Oseman, Radio Silence // Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice

This one is for space-explorer Xio, by @morrigans-ink-0124. I hope I got her right!

Requests for OC aesthetics are open.

Hey everybody!

I've been hanging around on this blog for a while now. Seeing all your amazing projects combined with the enthusiasm of the lovely @anightravensecho and @dreamsofbooksandmonsters has convinced me to introduce myself a little more clearly ^^.

My name is Anne. I'm a student and enthusiastic reader and writer. I started this blog because I make aesthetics moodboards when I'm stressed and I enjoy talking about writing projects. I thought I should combine the two and make fanart for WIP's and OC's. I'll certainly continue this, but I want to throw in some more writing-related stuff, too!

I used to be hooked on fantasy, and though this genre still has a special place in my heart, I now read (and write) anything and everything. I play a lot with diversity and (art-) history in my work. My current WIP is called Elementary (as a working title). It's a historical fantasy, set in England around 1800. It’s about a band of traveling artists/magicians (The Elements), each of them having left their homes and joined the group for their own reasons. I follow a couple of them throughout the story as they slowely split up.

I'd love to hear all about your work! Please do come into my inbox for a ramble, a question, a talk, a rant or to request an aesthetic moodboard. And maybe like or reblog this, so I can check out your blog!

Love and happy writing! 

Rules: Go to page 7 of your WIP, go to the 7th line, share 7 sentences and tag 7 more writer-blogs to continue the challenge. 

Thanks for tagging me, @sancta-silje!

From Elementary: Maybe it was magic that triggered the memories. Walls sprung from the ground like weeds, kitchentools growing against them as fungi. A chair rose beneath him and suddenly his legs were too short to touch the ground. 'Your mother and I need to tell you something.' Eight years old: his father in front of him, kneeling so their eyes met, seemed bigger and stronger than he'd ever be. He gave his mother a quick look. She smiled with her lips tightly closed.

I’m tagging @fragrant-stars, @a-getaway-car, @greenhousewriting, @temporarysentences, @pixel-letters, @theimpossiblescheme and @hawkeyesout-punks.