Hey! I go by Blue or Grey, any pronouns work. I like to write a lot but lack motivation, love werewolves and anything involving magic, and I start so many wips that I often lose track. I’m in college, trying to get through it with autism and chronic pain.

I’ve been away from writeblr for a while, so if I don’t respond on this account, you can find me at the-diary-of-me. It’s where I talk about my diagnoses and gender experience.

Check out my wips, especially my short story the Neo-Oxford Hotel! Asks are always welcome!

My current wip is Infinity Runs, check it out, also at the tag “infinity runs wip”!

Non is an illegal realm hopper in a multiverse controlled by a single government who is conquering and colonizing all the realms in said multiverse. She is not really the type to overthrow a government, so she settles for helping people who the government hurts. Along the way she finds a family who reminds her what love is and what will happen to families like them all over the multiverse if the government remains unchecked. So Non’s like “Wait, we can do this. we can reform this government and its leaders if we try hard enough,” and eventually she does.

Infinity Runs is officially at 30,000 words! Apparently all it took to get rid of writers block was taking a four month long break lol.

back at this writing thing while spring break lasts! then I have two papers to write for school…

finally get to write the scene where Non meets Sayla’s source inside MULD, Josephine! and Jos looks at Non and immediately is like “I call dibs” and Sayla’s like “I know you’re my ex and you love pretty girls, but she’s mine” and Non is just standing there autistically (I’m projecting lol) like “what is happening”

chapter three of Infinity Runs is officially done with a total of 8,176 words! that brings it up to a total of 23,816 that I have written in one week. go me and my autism’s ability to hyperfocus! 

anyway, here’s an excerpt from ch. 3

“What are you doing?” she asked, voice wavering.

“It’s called a hug, little bird.”

She scoffed weakly. “I know what a hug is, Non. But why are you hugging me? Shouldn’t you hate me now?”

Non frowned. “Why would I hate you?”

“I’m a part of the family that’s been colonizing the Infinite for centuries,” she said, voice almost monotone. “Everybody should hate me.”

Non pulled back to gently punch Sayla’s shoulder. “Stop that. You said you don’t want to be a part of that, and as far as I’m aware, you’re not. That’s enough for me.”

“Oh, sweetie,” Sayla pulled her back in for a hug, “what am I going to do with you, huh? You have absolutely no preservation instincts.”

“Guess you’ll just have to have them for me, birdie.”

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Nothing quite compares to the feeling of a coming hurricane when you step outside, the smell of salt and the pressure in the air, the way the clouds turn colors and threaten rain at every moment. The experience of setting up electric lamps throughout the house when the power goes out, playing checkers on your sister’s bed in the low lamplight as thunder and lightning move the sky outside, gathering the whole family in the living room to play board games and secretly hoping the power never turns back on, but panicking when the wind gets strong enough to shake the house. 

The preparation, filling up the bathtub with water in case our plumbing goes out, racing through the empty aisles in the store, all the food and water already bought out, stock piling batteries and chargers so you can keep your phone and the lamps on. The fear insisting that this hurricane will be worse than the last, the chance that you need to evacuate, the worry that you won’t be able to take your pets with you when you go.

It’s missing the island hours, missing beach culture and the strange things you see when you live in the south, missing the smell of the ocean and the feel of the waves as a storm approaches, the way they drag you into them with such force that you fear you’ll never escape them.

That feeling, the violence that fills the air when a hurricane is headed your way and vibrates through your bones, is both exciting and dangerous. It’s a visceral reaction, an animal reaction, some hidden instinct to survive that wants you to run, run as fast as you can in the opposite direction. That feeling reminds you of home, you think. It’s safety and violence and family all in one.

Non finally decided to go up against MULD (evil government)!! Finally! Been waiting 20,000 words for it. All it took was seeing some Molds (government agents) attack the family she imprinted on. Good for her lol.