#wipnook

[poetinprose]

WIP Intro - Aeternum

Knowledge is power, they say. But nobody had told her about the sorrow that comes with it.

Summary:

By now Thanea has come to terms with her role as an outsider amongst the humans. Because who needs humans when you have mermaids and ghosts for friends? But then Nevras steps into her life and questions everything. Why can she see behind the veil that hides the magical world from human eyes?

What began as a fascinating project for him becomes more and more personal. And how can he tell her that his existence is ruled more by death than by life?

Genre: Urban Fantasy

Setting: Our modern world in which all the fairytales and myths are real but humans are blind to the magic

POV: 3rd person; alternating between the two protagonists

The main characters:

☽ Thanea Wächter (she/her) - age: 25 || librarian || the only member of her family that sees behind the veil || got bullied in school for seeing things that “aren’t there” || her only human friend is her big brother || very reserved until she feels comfortable in sb’s presence

☽ Prof. Dr. Nevras Void (he/him) - age: ??? || studies and teaches the history of ancient civilizations with a focus on shamanism, dark magic and curses

☽ Zalen (he/they) - age: a few thousand years || fallen guardian angel || owner of a bar for magical creatures where you can usually find him in drag || Nevras’ only best friend

Status: writing the 1st draft

Side note: writing this together with my friend Bailey who writes Nevras’ POV

OC Intros: Thanea

Tag list (let me know if you wanna be added/removed): @deadlycupid​ @starlitcrossroads​

[author-a-holmes]

Fantasy Indies April 6th

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(Today's post includes a Darkling Snippet, so I'm tagging the taglist <3 If you want to be added or removed from the taglist, just let me know)

@faelanvance @noirepersonal @queen-kass-the-writer @athenswrites @thelaughingstag @minamoroz @bardic-tales @outpost51 @talesfromaurea @jezifster @ettawritesnstudies

Stumbled over a prompt list for Fantasy Indies on Instagram, so I thought it'd be fun to take part in the list of April's prompts and questions...

April 6th - Saturday Snippet! Word to Find is: "Demand"

This works pretty much like a "Find The Word" tag game, but with only one word to find. So without further ado, a Darkling Snippet...

When Lizzy felt the ground beneath her feet slow to a stop, it took a moment for the world to come back into focus and she stumbled. It was only Connor's grip still firm on her arm that kept her from falling over entirely and she had to bend double and gasp for breath to keep her lunch. "Breathe deeply, Lizzy. I'm sorry," Connor said softly. "It's always jarring for fey to blur, but I needed to accommodate your companions' demand." The reminder that she'd been forcefully removed from the hall, when [Redacted] had the answers she'd been seeking for months, had her struggling, wrenching her arm away from Moore's grasp with a snarl of her own. "She's my mum! I have a right to know what's—" "And if she has been tortured? Brutalised? If she was alive, but is now dead? Do you wish to hear these things directly? Or do you wish me to find the information and relay it to you after I am certain there is nothing further being concealed from you?"

(Promptlist for the rest of April can be found at the bottom of this post)

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[belovedviolence]

hello everyone! i'm working on the first draft of little deaths, my wip, and will most likely be posting updates or excerpts after a while. please reblog this if you'd like to be added to my taglist ♡ and ofc feel free to add me to your taglist as well

[aalinaaaaaa]

The Lady's Lament | Caointe Na Mná

CampNaNo 2023

The grandparents would always warn you about The Good Neighbours. Throw a dash of salt over your shoulder, hang iron on your doors. And most importantly, never cut down the fairy trees.

But who said that everyone who walked out of faerieland was Gentry?

Of the O'Rourke clan, their two eldest children went out. And of the two, only one returned.

When Eoghain wakes up to find no texts from his sister, he decides to try and find her. His journey brings him through rural Ireland, asking every soul this side of county Galway where his sister went.

But when the answer lies with the pair of unusual individuals he met on Halloween night, he doesn't realise the lengths he'll have to go to find her. Even if that means venturing into the next world, and diving into conspiracies as old as time.

Genre: portal fantasy

Features: curses, multiple forms of magic, magical technology, found family, finding a sense of purpose, faerie shenanigans

Aesthetic: stone walls on every field, plenty of sheep, salty sea breezes, maroon and white flags in a multitude of places, raves in unexpected areas, the smell of home in places that are distinctly not, ladies weeping in abandoned churches, sunsets falling in the wrong direction, dances lasting for days and nights, feasts of bounty and heroism, shelves of memories, labyrinth-like libraries, cherry blossoms along the river bank

Status: 130 words/6,000

Tag: #caointe na mná / #the lady's lament

Taglist: @glassstardust22124 @thereadingfoz

[atbondolas]

A little intro to know me better :)

» Lu here! She/her // adult // writer // queer 🏳‍🌈

You can find some of my writing on @xbondola and AO3 ✨

What's this blog about? I post about writing, art and photography, things that I find interesting and funny or that remind me of my own stories and characters, and sometimes fandom stuff 🖤

What do I write? Short stories, fanfiction, novels – you name it. My favorite genre is... anything weird, really. I like contaminations, especially when it's between fantasy (urban, paranormal) and horror. I also like to write romance.

Fandom/ships I wrote/I wanna write for: Wenclay (Wednesday); Kanej (Six of Crows); Thiam (Teen Wolf); Stranger Things; Asian dramas; and more.

What can you find in my writing? LGBTQ+ characters (always!), introspection, lots of dialogue, focus on platonic or queer-platonic or familial relationships, unpleasant/difficult female characters, characters with anxiety/depression/other disorders, themes such as identity, change, growth, guilt, forgiveness.

HAPPY ENDINGS ARE UNDERRATED 😌

CURRENTLY WORKING ON...

A DIFFERENT ENDING

» A wlw YA novel inspired by Mean Girls, set in the early 2000s. The protagonist, Beverly, is a bitch who would do anything to protect her own status as Queen Bee of the school, but things go awry when someone starts blackmailing her boyfriend.

I just thought that it would be fun to use the stereotypical mean girl as more than an antagonist, for once – to give her a personality outside her meanness, an arc, and a redemption.

Also to make her a lesbian.

SOTTO IL PELO DELL'ACQUA (Below The Water Surface)

» A quasi-horror story set in an all girl summer camp. A group of girls is stuck on a small island where strange things happen. Some of the other campers start acting weird, and Mallory Brown thinks she knows the reason: something powerful and ancient is hiding in the woods...

Sadly, I'm not writing this one in English. Anyway, I wanted to have a story with a majorly female cast, since I feel there's a lack of works that focus on female friendship. I'm doing my part 🤭

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If you read till the end, thanks! Have a nice day 🖤

[milkybirdseed]

milkybirdseed | a writeblr intro

#milkywordseed

I’m not technically new to tumblr, but I am new to writeblr, so hello! I go by Antony and I sometimes write things.

I’m always looking for mutuals to stay active for, so interact if you write literally anything

about me

Antony Louis is a pen name

He/They

I’m studying Geology and am big into earth science, traveling, bugs (entomology vibe), folk music, and the color green

Outside of writing, I also post world building updates/tips, prompts, and some personal junk with D&D goofs mixed in somewhere

I also paint and play guitar (you can see some of that on my ig:milkybirdseed)

…as a writer

Mostly high/dark fantasy, and some sci-fi and realistic

Lots of worldbuilding with unique species and ecosystems, I like to tie in what I learn from studying into my building

Non-binary, trans, and queer rep galore

18+ themes on the gore and subjects side, but not much nsfw

Lots of found family, opposites attract, and anti-hero tropes

I have a comical hatred for the misunderstanding trope

WIPS!

Cygnus

This is the overarching world that pretty much all my writing takes place in at different time periods. It’s a massive world building project in the form of a series of Author’s Notes about the science behind the planet, ecosystems, etc, and a series of unorganized journals written by an immortal adventurer to explain species of animals, plants, races, economics, etc. Characters from my short stories make appearances through interactions and/or descriptions of the location their story takes place.

Check out my other socials if you like super inconsistent posting schedules of random shit :)

[jessica-writes22]

Writerblr Intro!

About me

Hey, I'm Jessica Wright, but you can call me Jess! I love reading and writing fantasy along with learning about astrology and playing sports. I'd love to talk about my WIP with anyone, or anything fantasy related.

I love interacting with other Writeblrs so feel free to tag me in any tag games, dm me, send ask during sts, wbw, Blorbo Blursday etc!!! I will always answer back and if its wbw, Blorbo Blursday, or sts I'll 100% send you an ask back :)

I try and be as inclusive as possible in my writing so you'll definitely see me asking questions about many different subjects to make sure I'm doing things right :) I am also trying to make my WIPS cast as inclusive as possible!

Trials of Avaidia:

Lyssa Leren fought all her life to hide the power she was born with, for being the sin of wrath has more dangers than one knows. After she turns 19 she was supposed to go to the Hellfire temple to meet the other sins, when they were ambushed by Fear, who shattered their visions of a peaceful rule. She and the others must go to Avaidia, save their kingdoms and end a war before all of Avaidia is destroyed. 

Genre: Dark fantasy

Setting: Victorian era with a modern twist -- set on Earth for a bit, then in the magical world of Avaidia

Themes/Tropes: Enemies to lovers | Chosen ones | Trauma | Good isn't always good | Frenemies to lovers | Assassins | PTSD | LGBTQ+ | Power & Corruption |

Master Post:

Tag List: (ask to be added/removed)

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[writingonesdreams]

Wince, Stop, and Comfort, for the Tiny Scene Game

Have fun! ✨

- Circa

Sky of shards

Summary: Backstory chapter about how Skye, Zephyr and Hal met for the first time. This is how it all started.

Author's note: Thanks for the words! I had this scene in mind for a long time and this just clicked together. I love how these tiny scene words provide me with the external motivation to write.

Also 2.1k words! This makes the draft officially 20k words long!✨

She watched them turn their backs on her.

Ever since Skye was little, her biggest fear was standing in a room full of people talking to each other. Talking happily and merrily and ignoring her.

It wasn't even that she was ignored. It was the responsibility. Like she was supposed to be talking with them, but wasn't, couldn't get into touch with them, all divided in their neat little groups.

All she could muster was stand there, paralyzed by her discomfort, by the feeling she was doing something wrong, being so left out, not wanting to annoy anyone, by mixing in. Asking. Reaching out.

She couldn't take the sight for more than 10 seconds before bulking. No matter how objectively ridiculous it seemed afterwards.

Just didn't expect it to happen here of all places.

The Flying Islands were legendary. Floating shards of earth in the sky, children running out of their homes to point at them, to add meaning to the shapes, to imagine what dragons might be sleeping there.

But the Isles were forbidden territory. Unexplored. Mysterious. Dangerous. The weather and nature there were so wild and unpredictable, humans couldn't tame them, even after 100 years of their sudden burst into existence.

They say they were created at the same time as the old Dragonknight Order fell. They say there was an explosion, conspiracy. Or an accident. Many versions and no way to fact check.

But there was a way to get to see them. One day excursion on the Islands with soon to be graduates from the most prestigious university of magic offered the one in a life chance to set foot on the Islands. Try to reach out to its wild magic with their own. Hope, semester after semester, that with this honour, one day, a discovery came.

Or any kind of new knowledge, really.

Skye felt so confident going there. She was the only mind mage in the last 5 years to go there, for the incredible rarity of mind mage graduates. She was with the top group of students researching it.

That fateful day, she wore a dark blue blazer to highlight her stormy eyes and a striped shirt. Had a new haircut, her silver blond hair just under her chin. She felt beautiful wearing her confidence.

All before the exciting research trip went to hell. A sudden storm caught their airship. They were stuck. Stranded on a small island, a shard shaped piece of rock and mud above a bigger greener shard.

The only means of transpiration without their automatically flown and failed airship were the magic powered gliders.

Gliders powered by physical magic. Soulfire magic that came as a visible tangible fog from the mage. Or Elemental magic, that involved the magicae of the mage connecting to their trained element. The element they were used to resonate with.

Mind magic was the only existing type of completely non physical magic. It worked on a mental level, connecting with anything with consciousness. It couldn't power the gliders.

So, her lovely classmates went ahead and abandoned her to her own fate. For the "greater good of the many'' they said.

"Really, you should insist on sacrificing yourself. You should want to save as many people as possible. Why are you making it hard on us?"

Their de facto leader, a blood mage, informed her in a completely serious, earnest tone.

Hard on you? I'm so sorry, it's so hard on you to write me off as useless and leave me to die!

What can you expect from a blood mage, right? Self-righteous idiots. Just cause their magic was the most used in the medical field, they thought they ate the universe's wisdom and had the right to use the "for the greater good" phrase. She never liked the sound of that argument.

A moral trap people told you, whenever they wanted you to sacrifice something they had no right to claim.

But now, she was the sacrifice for the greater good and she should be thankful. Even insistent and willing.

Looking at their departing backs, she didn't know if she wanted to cry or scream. But she held her tongue, her expression schooled in stony features. Her talent was always not showing her emotions.

Only one persona stayed behind.

Zephyr.

He had black curly hair cut short from the sides, but long enough in the middle to fall into his forehead. Sea green eyes, changing with the light, like they couldn't decide if they wanted to be green or blue. They fascinated her. Or they would have, any other day.

He had an athletic build and wore his shirt and blazer with enough contempt to reveal he wasn't used to them. But his face was calm and his voice steady as he argued with their classmates. In her defence.

"You can't just sacrifice a human life."

"Oh don't be so preachy, Zephyr. You have a soulfire training hall, right? You train that for heroic professions, like police, dragon management, rescue service? Didn't they teach you maths?" Her classmate said. Skye couldn't remember his name, although she heard it once. She was always bad with names. Names, faces, and people she didn't care about.

"Do you want to die?" Another added.

But he insisted on staying with her, although the endeavour seemed hopeless. There was no way he could help her on his own. Even if they thought of something, they probably couldn't do it without the gliders their classmates took, to heighten their own chances.

It shouldn't surprise her. In critical situations, people always thought of themselves. Fear for one's own safety was deafening. Hysterical. Unmanageable.

As much as she hated them for leaving, she didn't feel any comfort by Zephyr staying. It seemed futile, self-destructive even. Maybe he was calm, cause he was doing what he believed in, but was it worth dying for your beliefs?

Curious thing, to pity him and not herself. In critical situations, she blocked her feelings. Didn't want to feel anything she would if she let herself right then. Like a switch. Bet nobody else without her mind mage training could do it.

It was just the price she paid. With her magic potential, with her discipline of the mind and keen intellect, she could have chosen any magic. Blood magic even. All the respect and trust and money that came with that.

But no, she chose the magic that interested her, that she believed in, that made her heart sing and eyes sparkle, that made her life more interesting than her dreams.

Didn't realise that something so rare would be so barely understood. So unknown. That she would be written off as useless at the first opportunity.

She paid her price.

But what about Zephyr? He didn't fit in her constellation of the world. She hated he was the only one, her only saviour, her only hope, the benevolent one that pitied her enough to stay.

"Don't worry. I won't leave you."

She nodded and hugged herself. Pretended to be lost and scared. Rage and sense of offence wouldn't make her sympathetic to him and she didn't know if she didn't end up needing him after all.

Couldn't muster an answer though, so they walked in silence. Found a good tree to sleep by.

Zephyr gave her a reassuring smile.

Skye couldn’t wait until he fell asleep.

She reached out her fingers to him. Usually she had to make up pleasant dreams to make her clients grant her entrance into their minds. But this close up and at sleep? All guards down, trusting her to be an innocent frail little victim? Pche. All she needed was touch. One finger on finger.

She could touch him and go through his mind. One millimetre of skin and she would know who he was, why he saved her, what he was playing at. No way this was a selfless thing. Maybe he was in shock. Maybe he didn't believe the danger. Maybe he was too stupid or too arrogant to understand it. Maybe he wanted to be a hero. Maybe he was just suicidal.

If she touched him, she could know all about him. Likely why she was so bad with people. She preferred to get this "getting to know you" phase quickly and effectively over with. Just one little touch.

But when she reached out with her mind, the ground shook beneath them. The tree moved its roots, shifting them around their bodies, as if a hand was cradling them. She winced, but suddenly they stopped again, just barely not touching her.

Silence followed. The darkness felt thick against her skin, an itchy coat to throw away.

She shut her eyes. This wasn't right. She shouldn't be mind raping her saviour's mind. Even though she hated to be saved by this stranger. Even though she didn't want to need saving in the first place.

Her fingertips tingled with the prepared magic. Skye prepped herself up against the ground with both hands. This was wrong.

A drizzle started then. What a dose of bad luck today.

Closing her eyes, she lie against the ground, hands spread out around her body. The ground felt warm under her back, solid and strong. Why was it shaking? The shard was big and slow enough not to be able to feel its movement. Why did it shake?

The water from the drizzle ran down her cheeks, her neck, her bare arms. Palms turned outward, she let go of her ready magic, of the focus, like throwing an arrow into the sky instead of her unknowing victim.

A pulse. A flash of lighting to her body. A kick into her mind. Something responded. Something connected.

Skye never felt a mind like that. Her sense of her body, her situation, her surroundings disappeared. She was a blade of grass beside her head. She was a bee. She was part of the tree, roots deep underground, communicating with the other roots. Everything was connected. All the little pieces, the shards, the trees, the rocks, the insects made up a net of connections, of flashes of light, life, consciousness. A net over it all, pulsing, alive.

There was no way to stop.

And the net, it was still going. A leaf. A moose. A butterfly over a sleeping body of a dragon. Then she was a dragon, with the weight of wings on her back, with eyes yellow as melted gold.

As if the Islands lived. Breathed. Connected with everything and everyone, they were one big net, one big ecosystem. Exhilarating.

But still. Something was beneath it all. Not just a singular point in a net, but a voice. A consciousness.

Who are you? she asked.

Another mind. Very strong. Mingling with all the points, all the connections, but changing shape. It was sleepy and heavy and slow, but it was an entity separate from the living net of the Islands.

Who is asking?

It was a voice that answered, rumbling deeply in her mind.

She wasn't sure who she was anymore. Part of everything and nothing. Part of the Islands but also a person of her own. Skye. That was her name.

She couldn't formulate words anymore, swimming in and out of self-awareness. Turning into a stream of thoughts, memories, moments that made her a whole being.

So that was what she sent him. A focused stream of who she was. What she felt. What happened to her.

The consciousness, the stranger, shifted. Changed. Activated. Like waking up from a long dream, he, she or it reacted to her thoughts. To the onslaught of memories.

Now there were glimpses coming back. The person, vast and wide like a whole world, giant and overwhelming enough to connect with the whole net of the Islands, couldn't answer. It was confused. But still, she got the glimpses.

Explosion. Blood. Dragons. Giant castle-like building. Impressions and emotions. Pieces of sadness, of grief, of loss and a void.

Escape, escape, escape.

It was too much. He needed to escape. Turned into a tree. A rock. A fly. A dragon. What did it matter? Seeing the world from a different vantage point. Trying another form of existence. Everything, just to not feel the pain.

It took all her skill and experience, all her deep self-reflection and discipline to pull herself back. To realise how she was to separate herself from him. Skye. My name is Skye.

Who are you? she repeated to him. He was becoming clearer on the edges, forming a shape of colour and blackness.

Hal. The only word in the mess of thoughts and memories, of flashes that only vaguely made up a form.

He was too strong. A mage with so much power would be considered a god. The closest to a god their atheistic society, based around magic, had.

A god named Hal.

[whimsyqueen]

To Make a Fool of Death; Opening Scene

Hey friends!

I've finally typed up this draft of the opening scene, so I figured I would share it for everyone on here, so that you can finally get a sense of some of my more long-form writing, and I can post something other than a snippet! I've included the taglist and how to join underneath, if that's something you're interested in!

Word count: 1,502

Tw: mentions of blood, prominent character death, general vampire shenanigans.

The grass was thick with the scent of fresh rain, and the skin of the traitor-woman’s neck was cool in Verity’s hands. It hadn’t been long since they last sat like this, Verity standing over Benevolence, kneeling like a true worshipper. A saint. There was a time where Benevolence had worshipped Verity— had chosen her over all of the false gods that had been chosen for them at birth. That time now seemed eons in the past, and so much had changed. That version of Benevolence would look down on this one in heartache and shame, wondering what had gone wrong. That version of Verity would be able to forgive, to wipe away the blood staining her lover’s lips and neck, replacing the scarlet fluid with the most tender of kisses. But both of those versions were gone now, and in their places knelt a grinning traitor and a horrified would-be vampire queen. 

Verity watched as Benevolence’s mouth split open wider, razorblades teeth on full display. Her heart ached to look into B’s intense red eyes, remembering the warm brown they used to be. How comforting and deep, those eyes that used to burrow their way under Verity’s skin and into her soul. Benevolence was cold now. Stiff. Her hands nothing like the ones that used to hold Verity. Caress her. Remind her that everything was okay and no matter how bad things got, at least they still had each other. None of that was true anymore, and the woman kneeling in front of Verity was not capable of such kindness. She was but a monster, plain and true. 

A movement in the forest behind them diverted Verity’s attention, but not her gaze. A bystander, she assumed, there to observe Benevolence’s execution. As was their right, of course. Benevolence had gone too far, killed too many without express permission, and as her creator, it was Verity’s responsibility to handle the issue. She had made too many excuses for B in the past, blind defenses in a desperate reach to protect the woman she thought she loved. The woman she thought loved her. But excuses didn’t hold, and it was made known that if Verity couldn’t control her charge, they would both be punished for Benevolence’s mistakes. That was something that Verity had considered, to be sure. Part of her knew that it was possible that Benevolence would take Verity with her upon death, leaving her no more than a shell of who she once was. 

But now, looking at the woman on her knees before her, Verity realized that the sacrifice would be useless. She didn’t even know who she would be sacrificing herself for, or if the monster that claimed to be her love would even give a damn. Benevolence’s eyes fluttered shut, long lashes brushing the tops of perfect pale cheeks. 

“Are you going to kill me,” she whispered, her voice delicate like broken glass, “or are you just waiting because you get off on it?” She peered one careful eye open, the bastard child of a wink, and shut it again. “Do you even think you could?” Her smile was delicate now, more of a smirk than a grin. “I think you’re far too much of a coward to go through with it.” 

“Benevolence, please.” Verity moved her hands from Benevolence’s neck to the sides of her face, some semblance of the way they used to hold each other. 

“Do you consider me a monster?” The other girl leaned her cheek into Verity’s left hand, smearing blood across her palm. 

“I didn’t.” 

“But now?” She lifted her head up, opening her eyes and staring at Verity. Impatient. Expectant. 

“Yes.” Verity’s voice shook, betraying the exact cowardice that Benevolence had accused her of. If it meant pausing the moment, letting Verity remember the feeling of Benevolence’s skin on her hand and cherish it, then she would claim the coward’s title happily. 

“Have you made peace with all of it being your fault?” Her eyes drifted shut again, and she looked at peace for once. Almost as if she were sleeping. 

“I don’t understand.” Verity spoke, her voice much more broken than she would have liked. 

“What’s there not to understand, my love?” The question came out with a laugh, “You did this to me. I wouldn’t have done this if it weren’t for you. All those innocent people would still be alive if it weren’t for you.” Her voice rose, growing shrill, and her eyes sealed shut, tight and squinted. “I would have died a century ago if not for you! You made me!” She screamed, “YOU’RE the monster!” She released a painful sob, and Verity found her hands on Benevolence’s neck again, a silent reminder of the threat that loomed over them both. 

“I never wanted this for either of us.” Verity silently begged for Benevolence to open her eyes, to look at her just one last time. She didn’t. 

“Neither did I.” Benevolence wiped her face, smearing what must’ve been a bloody tear across her cheeks. “Kill me.” She said, her voice clear and strong, “I want you to live with it, and know that I did what I did because you made me do it.” She laughed again, manic, “Kill me, whore! We both know all you want is to wipe your hands of this and go back to pretending to be human.” The laughter didn’t cease, but lessened to a soft giggle. Verity felt the sting of the slap on her palm before she realized what she’d done. Benevolence’s head had turned with the force of the hit, but her expression hadn’t changed. 

“Don’t assume to know how I feel about any of this.” Verity’s voice had lost any semblance of the fear it once held, “And if you truly think that, then you don’t know me at all.”

But Benevolence wasn’t listening. Her lips moved silently, and Verity realized that for the first time in over a century, Benevolence was praying. It was almost a comfort. Almost. For those brief seconds, Verity wanted to be able to pretend that her old love was still in there, somewhere. To travel back in time and erase all of her past mistakes. To pretend that Benevolence, her Benevolence, was just a wish away from being who Verity remembered. But it wasn’t possible. That Benevolence was human, and as this Benevolence had so fondly pointed out, human was something they could never be again. 

“Benevolence Hayrick,” Verity continued over B’s silent prayer, “I, Verity Hayrick—“ it was a struggle not to choke on the name Benevolence had given her— “sentence you to death as punishment for your crimes. Aforementioned crimes include the following: needless and reckless murder of the innocent for purposes of joy rather than necessity, torture of more than one human, again out of joy, the flaunting of the aforementioned murder and torture to the public, thereby putting all vampires at the risk of reckless and painful exposure.” She took a breath, pausing to look down at the woman below her. Against all odds, Benevolence was crying. Rivers of blood ran down her face, staining her perfect white gown. “Have you anything to say for yourself?” 

She shook her head, opening her eyes for the final time. 

“Verity,” Benevolence whispered, as Verity placed her hands on either side of her head, “I love you.” 

It should have been difficult, tearing the other woman’s head from her body. But it wasn’t. It cracked and shattered like stone, but to Verity, it wasn’t much more than tearing paper. The Vampire Benevolence Hayrick died with her eyes open and the ghost of a smile on her lips. 

The sound that Verity made as the body fell to the ground was unholy, but then again, according to her former god, wouldn’t that be said for all sounds that escaped her? 

She didn’t remember falling alongside Benevolence, but she ended up on the ground as well, cradling the disembodied head close to her chest. At some point, someone came to take the body away, to toss it into the fire that had been built during the conversation. Verity didn’t truly remember this either— not much more than the faint longing for the body, the feeling of not wanting to give it up, but knowing she had no other choice. She had been right. The loss of Benevolence had broken something within her, and she wept with a sadness she hadn’t felt in years. 

She stayed in the clearing for much longer than she should’ve, letting her thoughts and memories consume her. She wanted to bottle them, save them forever so that she would never forget what had happened. What she had done. 

Long ago, she had tried to convince Benevolence of the truth that she had known since the moment she was turned. B had always, always pushed back. But in her final moments, Benevolence had realized it as well. There was nothing left for Verity to be other than a monster. 

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Writeblr Reintro :)

-> hi, welcome to my writeblr! on this corner of the internet, i go by flower and i'm a biracial, queer teen writer! now onto the actual writing stuff...

-> i tend to write science fiction and dystopian, with a dash of low fantasy and horror. i write both prose and poetry, though i mostly talk about the prose part here. also, most of my work is ya/teen.

-> that being said, i'm open to reading anything! i do have a special love for sci-fi (especially post-apocalyptic or set in space) and supernatural/horror, so if your wip features that, hit me up! i'd love to learn about them. even if your wips aren't those genres, feel free to come into my ask box anytime! i need social interaction, even though i may take a little while to answer it :)

-> my wips usually have a queer/neurodivergent cast, mixed-race characters (hey, if no one else will, gotta do it yourself right?), found family and blorbos who really, really need to sleep. sometimes there are even cats.

wip (s) under the cut!

the zombie wip

-> four kids meet on a train, having never met each other before but all having the same goal: to leave their utopian society. set in a post-apocalyptic world rife with secrets, lies and things not quite human.

tag: #[zombie wip]

navigation!

-> #flower.txt for all of my original posts, coherent or not.

-> #flower writes for snippets and excerpts from my wips.

-> #flower answers an ask for all ask games and questions.

-> #flower does a tag (game) for all the games i have been tagged in.

[friendzonefrog]

WIP Intro: Morbid Curiosity #1 - Funfair.

Genre: Paranormal horror

Rating: M (17+) for now

Content Warnings: Murder, kidnapping, suicide

Grady's Fun Land. Turner Point, Pennsylvania.

The rubble of a once beloved family attraction, harboring sinister secrets. Aside from the scandal and misfortune that drove the park to its demise, it seems there's something else at unrest.

CHARACTERS

Macy Paige

"Well yeah, it's technically trespassing, but it's not like anyone's gonna prosecute us for it."

19. A college sophomore and budding photojournalist. When her professor told the class to "follow up on an unsolved mystery" for their latest assignment, he was expecting the kids to fake a bigfoot sighting, or write a tongue-in-cheek exposé about socks getting lost in the washing machine. But Macy has something else in mind, and she'll go to any length necessary to get her scoop.

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Devin Montpelier

"Like the new coat? The pom poms only cost me fifteen bucks."

25. Childhood best friend of Macy's brother, and an annoyance she's grown long accustomed to. An adrenaline junkie who'd never turn down the opportunity to "go sleuthing." Crafty and creative, wisecracking and reckless, he keeps Macy on her toes, and offers up new perspectives when she can't quite find her angle.

EXTRAS:

Moodboard + teaser post

My Spotify Playlist for this project <3

CREDITS:

picrews by PotatoLord

(also lol forgive the "concept sketch" of Devin's jacket, AKA the sloppy little colorful circles. I do not claim to be an artist by any means but whatever, it's fun.)

TAGLIST:

Ask to be added / removed :)

@writeouswriter @halleiswriting @ashen-crest @cheerfulmelancholies

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Fantasy Indies April

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(Today's post includes a Darkling Snippet, so I'm tagging the taglist <3 If you want to be added or removed from the taglist, just let me know)

@faelanvance @noirepersonal @queen-kass-the-writer @athenswrites @thelaughingstag @minamoroz @bardic-tales @outpost51 @talesfromaurea @jezifster @ettawritesnstudies

Stumbled over a prompt list for Fantasy Indies on Instagram, so I thought it'd be fun to take part in the list of April's prompts and questions...

April 5th - It's FREE FRIDAY!! So let's talk a bit about Darkling...

Have you ever heard someone say that every book’s journey is different? Writing every single book goes through a different process? I thought I knew that until I began writing Darkling.

The differences between writing Stolen and Changeling were obvious to me, but it was more in the way the story took shape, and the time it took me to form the structure to my liking.

Darkling is the first time I’ve written a story where I need to backtrack and add whole scenes. Where I need to insert additional chapters to enhance subplots and character dynamics. It’s the first time I’ve genuinely needed a complete second draft.

I don’t think that means its first draft was worse than usual, but Darkling seemed to need more time to coax into existence.

Check beneath the cut for a Darkling Snippet!!

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“Pathetic,” came the vampire’s voice, filled with weary exasperation. Or possibly disgust. Olwen made it difficult to distinguish between the two tones more often than not. “You do remember fey aren’t natural fighters, right?” Lizzy panted, trying to catch her breath and carefully rolling her neck to stare at Olwen standing in the middle of the sparring ring, hands on her hips and she sneered down at her three easily felled opponents. “And that we don’t heal like vampires,” Booker groaned.

(Promptlist for the rest of April can be found at the bottom of this post)

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connie's guide to polyamory and witchcraft

a ya contemporary romance

Connie Melo de Teixeira has never fit in anywhere -- her autistic traits always getting in the way. This changes when Daisy Mae Zhang and Gideon Morales McKenna take her in during their sophomore year.

Now, Connie has a new goal: to make sure he proves his worth. The opportunity arrives as Gideon intends on getting a transphobic teacher fired (as well as an ulterior motive they've kept secret) and Daisy plans on coming out to her father.

After finding his grandmother's journals detailing her life as a pagan witch, Connie decides to use this knowledge to try and help his friends. But when the ritual goes wrong and a love spell is accidentally cast, the group's lives take a strange turn.

or: spell gone wrong leads to three best friends falling in love with their lives are going to hell.

IF YOU LIKE:

-> complicated relationships with faith -> messy family dynamics -> trans girl transitioning (& gender euphoria) -> best (& childhood) friends to lovers -> mental heath & autism + adhd rep you might like connie's guide <3

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Flamebearer // Shards of the Past #1

— °•. Re-introduction

Summary |

For as long as she could remember, Estyia Verlova didn't have to think about her fate. Just go through the motions, become a fine princess, and there she could redeem her reward: a crown of seashells and sapphires alongside the man of her dreams.

But when her home city of Wayderie gets attacked by invading rebels, she finds herself forced to retaliate in the wake of her sister's death — and in doing so, she shocks herself and the world. In her hands burn blue embers, the very divine flames that split her country into shards all those years ago.

She knows all too well the perils of letting Fate near the crown. Too much of Fate's Chaos could lead to disaster. But there are those out there who disagree, and would do anything to have her crowned.

"Love and principle betwixt together, choose one, but never both."

Characters |

Estyia: Princess of Vaer, joint-youngest of four. Specialises in mischief and trickery, but also in floristry, oration and caring for animals.

Cordelia: Crown Princess of Vaer, eldest child. Known for her sweet, noble temprament, she exudes the grace and maturity needed to potentially inherit the throne someday. Also a skilled artist and hopeless romantic, her head often buried in books.

Aurandra: Her Majesty, Zsaras of Vaer. Firm, calculated but devoted to her promises, she is known for her sharp mind and attention-grabbing entrances. However, a keen intelligence can only balance so much.

Rika: But a humble, wandering bard. He's a light-hearted fellow, warm and eager to cheer. Neither his songs nor his tales come without a price, though.

The Recordkeeper: A man specialised in the study of the divine, he is the head scribe of a local temple devoted to Fate and her Saints. Over the centuries, he has wrote various journals and stories on the subject, and would do anything to see Fate in the flesh once again...

Locations |

- Wayderie (Castle)

- Stonegrove Inn

- Therae (Citadel)

- Iskrazhe Beach

- Palace of Arfurlaine

Worldbuilding and Analyses |

- Lyloshka; A Summary (of Selade's main faith)

- Selade's Origins (+ the Fall of the Last Zsar)

- The Royal Lineage of Selade's Current Houses

- Political Structure

- Cultural customs (in relation to Vaer, Kerras, Calentask and Former Delitsyia)

- Education System

- Top 10 Tourist Hotspots (+ Places that Should Not be Visited)

- A Compendium of Saints

- Seladian Folktales

:beyond this line may contain spoilers:

- A Dark Day for Selade, An Analysis of Zabyelta [Night of the Blue Embers]

- The Twenty-Year Winter

- To Amalgamate or Not Amalgamate; the Divisions Between Shard Houses

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(Note, things will be added as time goes on and I'll be sure to update the links.)

Taglists |

General taglist: @thelaughingstag @darlingsmoon @thebluesthourcommunity @wip-nook @original-writing @bigboicol-theflamingcol @thereadingfoz @glassstardust22124

Flamebearer taglist: @scarletteflamerald @midnight-and-his-melodiverse @ceph-the-writing-spook @another-white-hole @outpost51 @rigelus @mattresses-and-macaroni

(If you want to be added/subtracted from any of the taglists, feel free to give me a shout!)

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Writeblr Intro

Hello! I'm new to Tumblr so I don't quite know what I'm doing but I love the writing community here and I wanna join in!

My name's Toth, I'm agender and use they/them and xae/xaer pronouns. I tend to write low fantasy / cross-world fantasy, as well as short stories to go alongside the longer work(s) I'm writing and short poems sometimes having to do with the stories as well.

I adore worldbuilding and characterbuilding. I do too much of it myself and would love to help people do it for their own stories, so please feel free to message me if ur stuck on a bit of worldbuilding and want help figuring it out!

Current Wips:

The Sun, the Moon and the Blinding Night

Follows the story of a young hero, Arryn Dames, in an urban low-fantasy world, sent on assignment to spy on the two most powerful supervillains of the modern world. Not everything is all that it seems with the villains, though, and as Arryn races the clock to figure out what's true and what's an elaborate lie, they discover something that flips their entire worldview upside-down.

This one's super undeveloped atm, I have the plot points and outline but I haven't focused on writing the story itself enough.

The Solstice Collection

A collection of disconnected stories following the villains from Blinding Night; their stories, backgrounds, interactions, relationships, etc. It is formatted in a chronological order but is separated into short stories following specific events.

Examples:

The Days-Makza Case: The reports of a policeman on two teens (Zenith and Nadir) who are running away from their abusive family.

Manhattan's Day: Foolish and overconfident heroes intercept a heist. They capture two of the villains, and in an attempt to subdue them, accidentally trigger an atomic-level explosion. This story also deals with some heavy emotional fallout from this accident, as the two were in a relationship with each other and a third person (Nadir) who now has to cope with xaer partners being dead.

The Incident: Details an accident involving Zenith and way too much snow which left permanent scars on everyone involved, in the physical, invisible, and mental senses. Heavy TW's for a smidge of insanity, death (not permanent), triggers triggered and massive ammounts of PTSD. :)

The Eukaeda Chronicles:

In a different universe but with some of the same characters as Blinding Night, Zenith acts as a lonely guide to lost and troubled souls, helping them find a bit of peace before they return to their world.

This was my first WIP, and while I don't like to say it, it's practically abandoned at this point. If it ever gets picked back up, it'll be roleplayed D&D style.

Worlds Built:

Blinding Night-Verse

An urban low-fantasy world. About 1/10 of the population has some sort of superpower (I made a list of approx. 175, suggestions welcome). There are three sentient species: Humans, Dragon(born)s, and Merfolk. I am in the process of creating two languages, for the Dragons and Mer. Each has their own culture, instincts, and histories, which I have mapped out for the Dragons and am working on for the Mer.

Eukaeda

While both Blinding Night and the Eukaeda Chronicles have a "Eukaeda," this specificly is referring to the universe Eukaeda in the Eukaeda Chronicles. Eukaeda, meaning "Elsewhere," is a place, inhabited solely by one dragonborn, where the souls of lost, hopeless, and troubled people are temporarily transported, in order to give themselves a rest while they figure out what they need to do when they go home. This is based off the Minecraft world, with some changes such as the Dragonborn Guides and their culture, and the Creator Gods of the universe.

TL;DR I have too may ideas and I don't write them down enough :)

[jessica-writes22]

Writerblr Intro!

About me:

- You can call me Jessica, Jess or Jessica Write - She/Her - I'm a Leo - I love astrology, magic, writing, reading, sports and a bunch of other things - My asks are always open and feel free to tag me in anything - Feel free to send me writing prompts to write about - My Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/ThatStoryGirl33 - List of my OC's Let me know if you want to be added to my Tag list

WIP Introduction:

Trials of Avaidia

"Lyssa Leren is the sin of wrath and was supposed to meet up with the other seven deadly sins and virtues before going to Avaidia. Everything was going to plan until Fear kidnaps the virtues and the sins are plunged into a new world filled with reunions, new friendships, new rules, love, and hardships. She must find a way to adapt to this world, accept who she is, and rescue the virtues before all of Avaidia is in danger."

Genre: YA Fantasy, magic, romance

Minor Sub-Genres: Trauma, royalty, seven deadly sins…

Setting: Modern/Victorian setting with nobility & royalty

Tropes & Themes: Romance, Enemies to Lovers, Found Family, Power & Corruption, Trauma, PTSD, LGBTQ+

MAIN CHARACTERS: The sins

Lyssa Norell Leren (she/her): The sin of wrath with a traumatic past, and a master assassin. She must learn to accept who she is, take the crown, and save the ones she loves.

Kian Heart (he/him): The badass boy who doesn't want you to know his true self. A master swordsman and the sin of pride.

Invidia Moss (she/her): The sin of envy and the will to be perfect. She must learn to accept herself for who she is and help the people of her kingdom.

Marge Woods (they/them): The bubbly sin of gluttony must learn not to let people's words get to them. And they want to grow stronger and show the world that who you are, who you love and what you doesn't define you.

Elijah Woods (they/them): The smart sin of Sloth must overcome obstacles and help the people they love, and show the world that they can do anything.

Freya Smith (she/her): As the sin of lust she is a literal goddess. With a hard past life, she must grow past it and learn to put her trust in friends and lovers.

Avarus Stan (he/him): As the sin of greed his life hasn't been completely clean, with a broken family, and other issues. This proper badass kid must learn to heal.

Master Post: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/jessicas-story-blog22/686049227760140288?source=share

Demon Queen (Bakugo x reader):

Kiritz Y/N has a very powerful quirk and has gone through a lot in her life. With a secret past can she manage to get into U.A. and start over and hopefully make some new friends, and become a hero like she always wanted. Or will her past come back to haunt her and destroy everything she has worked for? When she first meets Bakugo Katsuki she sees him as a rival, an equal and a friend. But what happens when things start to blow up? WIll everything be ruined or will they get through it all?

Link to post: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/jessicas-story-blog22/687515196495921152?source=share

The link includes more about the story and y/n's quirk

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