December 3rd??? What The Fuck. What’s Next? December 4th? A 5th Of December???? Give Me A Fucking Break.

A few polaroids

For Tin: If you've ever had any 'paranormal' experiences, which ones stand out the most? (Sorry if this is kinda irrelevant to the world, I'm not too familiar with your WiP yet so I don't know how prevalent paranormal occurrences are 😅)

Tin: I’ve never met a ghost, if that’s what you are asking. But I don’t see why everyone insists on hanging out in empty buildings and graveyards all the time. I prefer to not take the risk of getting into a fight with something I can’t shoot.(There is magic in my world, but this is not experienced as ‘paranormal‘ by the inhabitants. Though the paranormal does not really exist in this world, it is reffered to as ‘the occult‘ and some people do believe in it).

What kind of author are you; the “I write a lot of conversation” kind of author or the “I can’t help to put too much description”. 

My battery is low... 

Today, a collection of cameras and steel was pronounced dead. She sang to celebrate herself, survived a marathon of miles, shared and showed her redburned hollow home. We gave her iron claws to drag along a planet's spine and when, one morning, the sensors would not wake, we shouted out a thousandfold: 'Are you okay?'

To no response.

She had a name. Between hurricanes and stars, we tend to love what kills or dies, ripping up our teddybears in Sunday morning rooms till stuffing snows and tickles throats, brings water to our eyes.

Stuck on an arbitrary globe, we compose 'Space Oddity'. Dream of escape, at least embrace the ache of rust she cannot feel. There is both humor and humanity in loss.

She might be us. Cross-winded, heading straight into the dust. We weave the trails into a 'why', frantic scramble metaphors, and with our scraped up hands, mold her dying code into a poem.

...and it's getting dark

On leaving or dying 

sleep on the floor - the lumineers / fast car - trace chapman /  this year - the mountain goats /  ghosts - the head and the heart / roll away your stone - momford & sons / keys in the car - jukebox the ghost / i am disappeared - frank turner / twin size mattress - the front bottoms / maps for the getaway - andrew mcmahon / this town ain’t big enough for the one of me - frank turner /  land locked blues - bright eyes /  go farther in lightness - gang of youths /  everything i own - the front bottoms 

Thanks so so much, @siljehawthorne! This is the most perfect thing ever, I’m crying. The pictures, the coloring... it feels so much like Tungsten. I’m IN LOVE. Thanks so much again <3

OC Moodboard for @everywriterneedsfanart

Tungsten

The first story has been written! It is about a forest and a pair of black riding boots. On top of that, let me reveal one more character:  Elliot, the ‘awkward apprentice’, has a talent for luring memories from objects. He has the gentleness and the patience that is required for so delicate a task. But sometimes Gabri worries about him. So many of these treasured objects come with memories of grieve, of lost lovers or lost friends or lost parents. And experiencing all that sadness and anger, even if it is secondhand? She is just not sure if he will have the stomach for it. 

So…  I am thinking of creating a podcast. It would kind of be like the Magnus Archives, in the sense that every episode is its own small story (and maybe connected to a larger frame?).  Only instead of horror, it’s urban fantasy, loosely inspired by Scottish mythology.  And instead of an Archivist, it is told by Gabri, a women in her early thirties running a small antique store. She uses magic to pull the memories from objects; memories she assembles, smooths out and collects.  Prepare for a lot of faeries, magic lore, awkward apprentices, extravagant antique-sellers, apparitions, foggy autumn feelings and summonings.  Would this be something you people would listen to? 

send me an ask directed at one of my ocs and i’ll answer it in-character

kaveh akbar, 'calling a wolf a wolf' // doc luben, 'love letters or suicide notes' // @/nutnoce, tumblr // 'my body's made of crushed little stars', mitski // @/ojibwa, tumblr // 'spring', mary oliver

My whole WIP is about this! Set during the idustrial revolution, magic has become a tool, something to be used or maybe even ignored, forgotten and discarded. But then the Romantics rise and magic gets an impulse. It is intertwined with art: art as a spiritual power, something connected to feeling and expression and just a little out of reach, always at the edge of incomprehensible. My OC thinks about it like this: ‘Once, when religion had still been tangible and water could change in wine in front of your eyes, magic had been spiritual, an amazing, supernatural power. Later, miracles became stories. Churches rose, priests preached their psalms and every spire pulled mankind further from her faith. Magic was sacrilege, then utensil. Now philosophers and scientists held truth in their fingers, and magic, God and the occult should all be sweeped into a dark corner. Tungsten did not believe in God – at least, he didn't think he did. But magic was different. It was human and more than human, like love, or art‘.

I have always felt art is the closest we can get to magic!

I have a lot of feelings about how witchcraft and art are similar and intertwined, but I can’t exactly articulate them