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[selveyet]

People talk all about their FBI agent. ‘Oh he’s going to see my search history’ and such but guys (I’m looking at you Harry Styles fans);

Nobody’s thinking about out Wattpad agents.

Like mate, whoever you saw put that smut fanfic in my private library wasn’t me okay? What you think you saw you didn’t, like not at all. If I didn’t vote, I didn’t read, alright?

Alright?

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Aryah: “I’ve had one life and look where that’s got me.”

Also Aryah: “Imagine I was a cat and had nine... I would still die a screwup.”

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WIP INTRODUCTION

Life, Death and Everything In-between — an introduction by @selveyet

GENRE: young adult, dark fantasy, medium-fantasy.

MAGIC SYSTEM: hard magic.

TYPE: single book.

STATUS: up to the midpoint in my first draft, outline complete.

POV: first person, single.

THEMES & TROPES: enemies to friends to family, BIPOC secondary character, LGBTQIA+ tertiary characters, to live everyday like it’s your last, sibling rivalry, how it’s like living your life around death, kidnapping McDonald’s workers solve everything, horrible first impressions.

A SUMMARY:

❝What kind of soul has the energy to run about this much? And what kind of wish was keeping her running?" The mumbles left my lips, dowsed in botheration. "And who in all the Seven Realms says they know me and actually d—?❞

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She knows life. He knows death.

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Grave Reaper was never normal— not the Surface Dweller’s kind anyway. A Death-Angel from the moment he was created, he knows the ins and outs to his job. Fast forward to the year 2020, not many things have changed. Humans are still amboniable people, he still guides souls and his younger sister has fallen out with him again.

Ever since Vivian Simmons was listed on his Scroll, his life’s been upended for the first time since his adolescence. Denying being dead, she spends his time arguing and running off at every opportunity. If she doesn’t accept the Vow in the next three days, she’ll become a ghost. A mark Grave would do anything to not have on his name, nor want his mother and creator of all things death, Kharis, to question.

With a girl who doesn't know what her dying wish is, he needs more time than he originally thought. But he has one question resurfacing in his mind.

Why does she know his real name?

AN EXERPT:

"I am a Death-Angel, D.A, angel of death or whatever you want to call it. I need my voice to speak the Vow - a vow that binds all Seven Realms and the Surface - so yes, mortals can hear me."

She took a step back at the end of my statement, brown irises darting to once I mentioned the Vow. "Y-you can't make me a-agree to that!"

I looked her up and down. "I've never let a soul become a ghost and you're not going to be my first." — snippet of conversation in Chapter II.

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Grave’s moodboard aesthetic.

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Aryah, responding to people who want to know her age: “I actually don’t have a birthday, it’s a medical condition.”

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Clay describing Claeg at any given time: “He has adapted his ability to go missing.”

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When faced with a problematic soul:

Grave: “This life’s giving me a headache.”

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*a random nokia ringtone echoes through a supermarket*

Grave to whichever friend he’s with: “Pick up your phone.”

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Clay: “I hate costumes, they’re lies you just wear.”

Grave: “What about clothes? Aren’t they lies then since they do literally cover us up”

Claeg: “Oh! So my twin likes people naked? Same, Clay, same.

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Time’s moodboard:

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Grave’s moodboard:

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Aryah’s moodboard:

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Aryah: “Life’s too short to even breathe.”

Grave: “You do know we’re immortal?”

Aryah: “Bitch, let me be dramatic.”

Also Aryah: