#web novel writers

[miyanotes]

Looking for Web Novel Writeblrs to Follow!

By “web novel,” I don’t mean the website WebNovel (which, recently, has been sending shady emails to AO3 writers). I’m simply referring to stories that are serialized online. Like longfics, but for original stories.

I’m working on my own web novel, and I’d like to find other web novel writers/aspiring writers like me.

If you’re working on a web novel, then please reblog this post with a short summary of what your story is about.

I will follow everyone who leaves a summary~

[lilmeanchick]

the urge to d(ie) young in me never truly leaves my body, as if it gets better for a while but then after days I find myself back into the same depths of hopelessness I once managed to escape from, It's like trying to climb out of a deep hole with a rope that's on the verge of breaking.

[rkmoon]

Funny story: I didn't consider myself a horror writer. Never mind that I write about hearts being surgically snipped out of ribcages and tar monsters tearing heads off and a enormous creatures with ears growing between fingers. I was so relunctant to call Project Heartless a horror novel. I didn't think it was horrific enough to qualify.

Until I actually read horror books. The thing is: I love writing horror, but I didn't like reading or watching it. I am too much of a scaredy-cat. But one day I just went: you know what? This is stupid. And picked up a horror book because I gotta know what is out there. I gotta understand the genre that my novel maybe is in. And I fell in love with it. Particularly queer horror. It was powerful. And I'm... pretty sure my novel now qualifies as horror. Apparently you don't need ghosts and serial killers for that.

I don't have a point for this post. I suppose I just want to say... read into the genre you're writing? Even if it takes away from your limited writing time. It may give you the confidence you never knew.

[beauvandalen]

Hi writeblr! 🌸

I write LGBTQ+ SFF Adult fiction, my latest releases feature M/M romances and trans masc MCs!🌈✨

If that sounds like your cup of tea, my books are out now! Some are free-to-read, too! ❤

[the-shattering]

The Shattering - A Fantasy Web Novel

About:

The Shattering is a fantasy web novel about three queer middle-aged warriors banding together to fight an ancient evil that's threatening to literally tear the continent apart. They also semi-adopt a Chosen One kid in the process. Torvola, an old knight who thought her fighting days were long behind her, takes up the mantle of champion once more to fulfill her duty to the queen. Cazan, an archer and a blood mage, fights to protect the kid they took on as a student and prove that there is such a thing as ethical blood magic. Caleste, a countess on an endless quest for fame and glory, throws herself headlong into the battle to save the continent (and finally get the hero title she rightfully deserves).

More detailed summary here.

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Read it if you like:

Swords

Gays

Sword wielding gays

Honestly just lots of queers in this story

Fantasy

Action

Adventure

Lesbian angst

Somewhat witty dialogue

If it were up on AO3 it'd be somewhere between the Teen and Mature rating.

Content warnings: Fantasy violence (with somewhat detailed descriptions of blood and death but nothing too over the top), exploration of mental illnesses including PTSD, depictions of natural disasters, cussing.

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Updates Tuesdays and Thursdays at 12 pm ET.

[eleanorcrane]

a glimpse into the attic

Valerie and Her Week of Wonders (1970)

Kandice Plain-Reid Photography, from “A Bloody Shoot.”

Church of Eternal Light, Bristol (pretty sure this was taken on google street view lol)

Conjured Cardea

[dandelion-jester]

Project Announcement!

I am proud to announce that @withlovefromthecrowss and I are collaborating on this exciting project together! Feypocalypse is a queer, fantasy horror comic set in medieval England following the events of a Fey Apocalypse in the 1300s. It follows a group of knights trying to survive in a world that has been turned into a Fey hunting ground, whilst protecting the Changeling child they accidentally adopted. The current plan is eight issues, to be published on Patreon and then printed as a complete novel at the end! It will be written by myself and illustrated by my amazing co-creator @withlovefromthecrowss. I am so excited to finally be able to share this with you all and I hope you will follow along for the ride! I will be setting up a side account specifically for this project, so come and have a look!

[lokiofsalvation]

𝕽𝖊𝖛𝖊

web weave

Reve who sacrificed himself, not out of love but out of selfishness. He felt no guilt.

Reve, The Ghost (Co-Author)

[wanderbornwriting]

I had a bad brain day today because hooboy depression is heck of a thing, and I didn't do any writing

Until I had a GIANT revelation in the shower about three characters being connected in a way I never realized and when I got out I sat on my couch and wrote a 1600 word character piece in discord on my phone

Anyways, writing isn't a want, it's a need, no matter how discouraged you get <3

[aejeonghae]

→ porsche pachara kittisawasd / i thought i knew hunger before this

kinnporsche ep 5 / jess zimmerman - hunger makes me / kinnporsche ep 7 / augusten burroughs - this is how / kinnporsche ep 9 / adelia prado - denouement / kinnporsche ep 11 / haruki murakami - norwegian wood / kinnporsche ep 8 / slyvia plath - the unabridged journals of sylvia plath

[lizzieonka]

If reblogging, can you please tag whether you write web novels or fanfiction. Thank you!

[justmeinabigolworld]

Wild Cards is back!!!

Hi guys! After a lot of deliberation, I’ve decided to continue my original magical girl story, Wild Cards. The updates will come on no particular schedule so as not to stress me out too much. I don’t want to give up again! The characters are rattling around in my brain, and they won’t stop until I’ve told their stories.

I had to recreate the WordPress site due to deleting it in a fit of frustration when I first gave up, so here’s the new one:

You can also read it on Scribblehub or Royal Road if you want.

Chapter four is on the way!

(oh, and please do read the content warnings on the homepage)

[lilmeanchick]

yk what's been bothering me these days? Its the way my mind goes completely blank for days and I can't even help it, more like a shutdown phase or temp memory loss, I don't even remember what happened to me, all the tough times I've been through, all those nights I cried my eyes out I remember literally nothing, and even the person who used to be the part of me, who never used to eave my mind even for a sec is not here, not even a single person I've ever cried for whether a friend or anyone else except for this weird fog, and even when I try to remember my mind shows this big black screen with no memory of him and all the mess happened lately??? like why have I even been so stressed???? but this doesn't mean im at peace, no it's even more disturbing, there's still something unexplainable inside me and it's eating me up probably the post trauma shocks I can feel it's running my health and when i dig deeper to find the reason, it's all empty here ,there's nothing, there hasn't been anything, its like my mind is playing all dumb or doesn't even care what's happening within me, ignoring me, being all clueless??? enjoying vacations while leaving me behind to rot completely. but I wanna feel things like before, I want to cry, I want to cry all day and night to release all my sadness, I don't wanna die of this emptiness ,I'm trying but it's not cooperating it's not even here and this is so frustrating

[rkmoon]

After a bit of thought, I dedicated Project Heartless to the aros who love to kiss.

Rain, despite losing his heart and thus losing his capacity for romantic love, is still a bisexual person. He still gets attracted to people. He still wants to kiss them, still wants to have sex. Becoming aro didn't stop that. He's an allosexual aro. And I think we rarely see that in stories. Even more reason for me to write it.

A beta reader once called Rain 'gross' because of his attractions. I don't know what to make of that. I respectfully disagree.

This is not to say that you need to be allosexual to love kissing! I don't think its an inherently romantic or sexual thing.

[lshark-cs]

Iron God Chapter 40 [Channei]

CW: Mentioned transmisogyny, graphic violence

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It was abnormally warm out the day Channei began her investigation. Not warm enough to remove a layer, but enough that the townspeople stirred a little more than usual. She passed by a house where Rizval was perched up on the roof replacing shingles. She waved up at them. "Hello!"

Rizval looked down and squinted. "Do I know you?"

Channei chuckled. Of course Rizval wouldn't recognize her in this form. She was a full head taller, her hair was black instead of blond, and her voice had changed entirely. She tried not to draw too much more attention as she passed by Rizval. As much as she wanted to greet them, she had a much more important job to focus on.

The Square Exchange would be a good place to start, she reasoned. She'd been to the weekly barter market many times before and picked up many delightful treasures, but today was different. She wasn't seeking anyone's wares. Only their words when they thought no Styzian was listening.

She joined a crowd that seemed to be heading that way. No one seemed to notice her. She was only another person, and unlike anywhere else, not everyone in the Wash knew each other. A new face was no cause for suspicion. She was virtually invisible.

That was, until tiny hands grabbed her sleeve.

Channei looked down and saw a toddler had ambushed her from his mother's hip. Her eyebrows rose. "Well hello, little one."

"Miss, I'm so sorry." The mother detached her child from Channei and hurried ahead. The disguised Styzian listened as she started talking to a man, probably her husband. "Our son needs to learn some manners."

"Give him to Styzia, then." The man chuckled. "They'll have him straightened out in no time at all."

Several other people laughed. Channei feigned a giggle to blend in.

"Was that Rizval fixing your cousin's roof?"

Channei's eyes darted to that conversation.

"Well yes. Take free help where you can, pal. Hey, do you have something I can give the hoof trimmer?"

She lost interest at the change of subject.

The square was abuzz with people exchanging their goods and services. At least one stand had to have food, she reasoned, and she was ravenous all of a sudden. With nothing to trade, she'd have to steal or beg. Obviously, a human would have a hard time getting away with theft or pleading, so as soon as she saw a dog in the market crowd, she ducked into a stall full of coats and shapeshifted under the cover of fabric.

Now a floppy-eared dog with a brown brindled coat, Channei trotted from the stall and sniffed around. When she picked up the scent of roasting meat, she headed in that direction. It only took one pleading puppy-eyed look to get thrown a handful of scraps. It wasn't the best meat she'd ever had, but it was enough to take the edge off, and she'd certainly eaten far more questionable things.

As she ate, a boy no older than twelve approached the stall, followed by a pack of what had to be his younger siblings. A young girl broke away from them and ran to pet Channei. "Puppy!"

Channei surrendered to the child's affection. She nuzzled into the girl's hands and wagged her tail.

"Wren, don't pet strange dogs." Her brother came and tried to pull her away.

"No worries. Otter's a good girl. She comes by my stall every day hoping for leftovers." The butcher came out and patted Channei's head. She played the part and listened. "Are you all the kids from Felltree?"

"Yeah." Wren came back to pet Channei again. "Miss Peck wanted us to ask people if they've seen Styzians anywhere."

Channei's ear twitched.

The butcher cocked his head. "What for?"

"Ma's obsessed with them for some reason." The oldest boy rolled his eyes. "Some man came along blabbing about justice, saying all these big things about how they're going to stop Styzia stealing children, all that. And she ate it up."

The butcher chuckled. "From what I hear, so did the town council. Suppose there's no harm in keeping my eyes open, but so far, I've not seen anyone."

"Thank you anyway." The boy bowed his head. "Sorry if we bothered you. Come on." He beckoned his siblings and they all ran after him.

Channei stalked them from a distance, hoping they wouldn't notice. She followed them out of the market, down a winding street, and watched them all disappear into one of the larger houses. She couldn't think of what to do next, so she flopped to the ground and let her aching joints rest.

She hadn't practiced the form of a dog in a long time, so it was no wonder she was tired. Some forms came so naturally she barely had to think about them. Others left her fatigued to the point of pain.

Half-awake, Channei remembered the first time she had given herself a girl's body. She'd only been a child. Someone – supposedly her father – had seen her transform and beaten her within inches of her life. Still, she remembered the day as the best in her entire life. It was the first day she'd been her true self.

Coming to Styzia had been frightening at first, then freeing. So unbelievably freeing. No one ever called her a boy at Styzia. Not even Xigon, who knew her origin. Whatever they asked of her seemed a small price to pay for a loving family.

When the aching became too much to tolerate, Channei hid herself under the house's front porch and reverted back to the shape she loved most. Human again, she rolled onto her back and stretched her slender arms. Her brand scars itched under her sleeves. She hoped she wouldn't have to add any more soon, but also knew it wasn't out of the question.

She'd gone to visit Xigon right before leaving. Channei had never seen him so visibly unwell. He'd given her two perplexing things. First, he'd given her clearance to use lethal force at her own discretion. Second, he'd given her a dagger. Not just any dagger, either.

Channei pulled the weapon from its sheath. The blade was narrow and came to a very sharp point. Respite, they called it. It was carried at every second ascension ceremony, though not as openly as the sword. Everyone knew what it was for and hoped they didn't have to see it used.

Master Qila claimed the ceremonial sword was a gift from the Iron God himself, and as such, she didn't want to see it used to deliver death. Should the ritual fail, Respite was there to end their new sibling's agony.

She remembered Master Xigon leaving Kolo's ceremony with Respite clutched tight in his hand. Then he'd come back with blood on the blade, blood all over him, and Azvalath carrying the slaughtered vermin. It had taken everything for her not to smile. Maybe she'd smiled a little anyway.

The dark joy hadn't lasted. Now a strange grief and dread lingered like a bad taste in her mouth. She'd been one of only four at his burial. They'd laid him to rest somewhere silent, marked only by a small stone inscribed with Xigon's prayer – may you and all the world be safe now.

Channei tried to push those thoughts from her head. When she couldn't, she seethed. He was dead. Why was he still hanging over all their heads like an oppressive shadow?

Footsteps on the front porch above made her eyes snap back open. Still somewhat drowsy, she forced herself to be quiet and listen. 

"Simple. We get up there and kill the rats' nest," said a woman's voice. "I'll send my fledgelings up if need be. Those monsters would probably still hesitate to kill children."

"But they're not our enemies, Peck," A young man's voice insisted. "It's their masters we should be concerned with."

"Staffen, you don't understand. We have to get rid of all of them," said Peck. "To ensure no child ever becomes their slave again. And to ensure no more of our communities are exterminated."

Channei clenched her teeth together and choked back a snarl. This woman couldn't be allowed to keep dripping her poison. She knew she had to intervene. As soon as the moment came, she would –

More footsteps. Familiar ones, this time.

"Rizval!" Staffen sounded much happier all of a sudden. "What do you have for us?"

"Hey!" Rizval's tone was excited. "My task list is all done. Do you need anything else?"

Channei changed her shape to a rat and slipped out from under the porch. She tunneled under the snow and poked her head up to see what was happening. Rizval held a sheet of parchment out to Staffen. Peck shifted, looking uneasy. Then she went inside and slammed the door behind her.

Staffen cocked his head. "Any new craft projects lately?"

"I...I made this scarf. Well, I mean, I made the fabric. Lalek helped me sew it." Rizval untied their scarf and showed it to the young councilman.

"It looks very good on you," said Staffen.

"Thanks." Rizval glowed with the praise. Channei glowed a little too. She knew how much they loved others recognizing their talent. Then Rizval put the scarf back on. "Do you want me to make you one next?"

Staffen chuckled. "I'm all right, but thank you."

Someone opened the upstairs window. One shutter banged against the wall, startling Channei. She emerged fully from the snow. When she saw what was on the other side of the window, she reverted to her default form and yelled to warn Rizval a second too late.

The moment they turned to look at her, an arrow ripped through their back.

Up in the window, the child, a girl who couldn't have been older than ten, called to someone else inside. "One down, Ma!"

Staffen stared in abject horror, then fainted on the spot.

"Rizval!" Channei screamed her comrade's name and ran to catch them. She and Rizval both tumbled off the porch and into the snow. Rizval's shaky hands latched onto Channei. "What happened? I..."

Channei grabbed Rizval and ran for both their lives.

She took them as far away as she could, then ducked down by an unattended cart and propped them up against the wheel. Their blood was all over her and still spreading rapidly across their coat. A razor-sharp broadhead jutted from just below their collarbone, and from the spurting bright red blood, Channei knew an artery was severed. She pressed her hands firmly around the protruding shaft to slow the bleeding.

"Stop...that hurts." Their face was rapidly draining of color. "Channei, what's happening?"

"They want us dead. They want us all dead." Her heart was racing so fast she thought she might faint. She looked around and spotted some shocked bystanders across the street. "Help us! Don't just stand there. Someone get help!"

When they ran off, Channei turned her attention back to Rizval. "Help is on the way. Stay awake. Please."

Rizval brushed cold fingers against her cheek. Their eyes rolled.

"You bastard! I said stay awake!" Channei shook Rizval, startling them back to clarity for a second.

"Don't..." Rizval's eyelids fluttered. Their breaths came fast and shallow. "Don't yell at me, fuzzball."

Hearing Rizval's nickname for her made Channei finally break down in tears. She leaned her head against her wounded comrade's shoulder and hugged them tight. An unfamiliar hand patted her on the back. "Back up, dear."

Channei looked up to see two vaguely familiar women. One with black and white hair, another with a coat covered in patches of moss and lichen. The one in the patchy coat knelt with Rizval and examined the wound before turning to her companion. "Magpie, we've got work to do."

Channei sobbed. "Who are you?"

"Name's Ami." She adjusted her hat. "Call me what you will. Big bad Ami, bane of your existence, your guardian angel, whatever. At your service."

Channei raised an eyebrow. She recognized both of them now. Her mouth opened but no words came out.

"By any name, I'm not having any of you shits die on my watch." She rummaged through her pack to find a greenish salve. "Not when you could do me a big favor."

"Hold on." Channei reached to try and stop her. "What's your big idea here?"

She pushed Channei's hand away and started applying the salve to Rizval's wound. They jerked in sudden pain. "Calm down, pal. It stings, but it'll stop the bleeding." Ami spoke softly to Rizval and ignored Channei. "I'm going to pick you up now. Just relax."

Ami lifted Rizval into her arms as if they were a small child. Rizval whimpered Channei's name before finally losing consciousness.

"Let's go." It was an order, not a question. "And  — fuzzball, was it? — don't you even think about causing any more of a scene."

[earlronove]

In preparation for the next arc for The Magician & the Bard, I already finished the cover! Granted, this is a little boxy, so the actual cover has its pieces moved around to be an actual cover shape, but I like this a lot as an illustration.

Hopefully will start posting mid-September!