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[arionawrites]

— carina jeane: the spark (working title)

the cj series, part one

GENRE: fiction, modern fantasy, coming of age-esque, some action, some drama - and, of course, very queer.

SETTING: in a little town called harlstone, washington, where foggy mornings make every day start like it's the end of the world and where there's enough forest to swallow the town whole.

TROPES: found family, childhood friends to enemies to lovers, forced proximity and also the exact opposite of forced proximity, dark secrets, redemption, emotional scars, and more!

TAGLINE: seven people, some strangers and some not, have no choice but to work together when something sparks within them.

— the characters

carina jeane castillo

a seventeen year old senior in high school, struggling with her academics and on the brink of not being able to graduate. she lives with her parents, who don't give her the time of day, and she has two older siblings - alrick, who is eight years older than her, and mariella, who is eleven years older than her. she was ten when alrick moved out, and she hasn't heard from either of them in years.

carina is empathetic and compassionate. she overthinks, she's timid, and she struggles with an obsessive, addictive kind of personality. she has no friends, no family that seems to care about her, not even a teacher that sticks up for her from time to time. despite being surrounded by people, she is horrifyingly alone.

alfred "alfie" alexander farwell

a twenty two year old who keeps debating if he should seek out his passions, of which he admittedly has none, or if he should apply for med school like his father wants him to. a people pleaser with anxiety, he works as a data entry clerk at a local dry cleaners and lives by himself in a small, scrappy apartment in the run down part of town.

he lost his mom when he was fourteen, and, in the same month, his childhood best friend, theo, switched school and moved to the other side of town. despite harlstone being so small, it was like theo moved out of state, the two of them growing distant and losing contact almost instantaneously. alfie's father is a kind, hard working man, who became distant in his grief and unknowingly put a strain on his relationship with his son, who now is willing to do almost anything to get his dad's approval. even, maybe, applying for med school.

theodore "theo" james davis

a twenty two year old gas station employee who lives in the apartment above his mom's garage. gay and not totally okay with it, theo tends to lean towards anger and frustration rather than addressing his emotions properly or communicating how he really feels. his mom, who raised him as a single mother, is a wonderful lady who tries her best to help her son despite his constant insistence towards being able to take care of himself.

after making a lot of questionable financial decisions when he was nineteen and twenty, theo is currently struggling with digging himself out of this hole he put himself in and keeps making more mistake along the way. including getting arrested for petty theft. something that he can never let his mom know about, of course, which is why, when asked to give a name and number in order to get him bailed out, he said the first person that came to mind. his old best friend that he purposefully abandoned, alfie farwell.

elena rylie ashford

one of the ashford twins, elena is freshly twenty one years old and runs the social media pages for a local, yet fairly popular, bakery. the same bakery, actually, that both her twin sister and her boyfriend, nick, works at. the only worries that elena has are what trend to incorporate into her next post and how much more she needs to save up before her and her boyfriend can get an apartment together.

elena is an optimist, but she's also a bit self righteous. in contrast, though, she's also very soft hearted and takes things very personally, and she's easily squeamish - a combo that ultimately makes her very sensitive to the world around her and the people in it, often leading her to be extra emotional about things that probably don't warrant it.

evelyn rose ashford

one of the ashford twins, evelyn is freshly twenty one years old and works in the same bakery that her twin sister runs the social media accounts for. despite hanging out with her sister and nick every day, evelyn can't help but to feel as if she's being left behind - elena is in a pretty serious relationship with someone she's saving up to move in together with and is trending weekly online for her well crafted posts, but the only thing evelyn seems to be doing right is making baked goods.

evelyn is very self deprecating, looking down on herself and comparing herself to the people around her, especially her twin. she gets jealous of the lives that other people live because she feels like she's incapable of having the happiness that they have. she's also impatient with everything other than baking - she wants things to be better and she wants them to be better now, but she also believes she doesn't deserve better at all. a restless pessimist.

walker oakleigh truett

the second youngest out of five, twenty year old walker struggles every day with standing out amongst the crowd. his family owns a local bed and breakfast called Truett Trails and he happily works as a clerk, housekeeper, and anything else they need him as. however, his siblings are all moving up and out of harlstone, accomplishing incredible things and making their parents proud. even his little sister, who just graduated high school a year early and has a full ride scholarship to the college of her dreams.

walker is a shadow in his family, the one that doesn't do much, who doesn't even really know what his own interests are because he's always tried living up to what his siblings were interested in. he's awkward and meek and almost boring in a way, not having the sense of self that one usually needs to be interesting to others.

wrenley mylah crawford

a nearly twenty three year old who lives with her friend, eleanor dulley, wrenley stays on the safe side to say the least. ever since she was little, her family was a bit unstable, losing jobs and getting evicted and starting fights at every corner of the road. the instability made her scared of the unexpected in life - she never knew what might happen next, but she knew that it wouldn't be good.

wrenley keeps herself in a bubble to avoid getting hurt, never going out unless it's to her jobs at the coffee shop across the street or the bookstore around the corner. she's paranoid and anxious, and her fear of the world leaves her ignorant to all the good things out there, convinced after a rough childhood that nothing can ever be as good as the movies make it seem.

— the story

nothing big ever happens in harlstone.

it's a small town on the coast of washington state, one often overlooked by their neighboring villages and cities. the people are quaint and quiet and peaceful, content to live their lives as they always have, as they always will. carina jeane's been here her whole life, and, unlike her older siblings, she's fairly sure she'll never get to leave. she'll be here forever, living the same day to day, until she dies.

but then, for the first time since her brother moved out when she was ten, something happens. something changes.

it starts as a spark beneath her skin - barely noticeable, but still undoubtedly there - and then it grows stronger, grows restless, grows angry and bitter and violent, until it explodes out of her.

and carina creates a storm.

status

3/6/23: outlining and developing in preparation for camp nano

taglist (ask to be added or taken off please!)

@sarah-sandwich @themugglemudperson @wildswrites

[girlfromthecrypt]

Such Happy Campers is an interactive horror/romance novel made in Choicescript.

DEMO / COG FORUM POST

status: demo consists of five chapters + prologue, currently at 147.192 words, last updated on July 15th.

You are an employee of the Cloverleaf program. Your job is to organize and oversee their seasonal vacation for kids from low-income backgrounds and troubled homes. This summer, said vacation will be hosted at the rustic Camp Solace, a cabin campsite situated right next to the picturesque Lake Solace and flanked by acres of woodland.

Camp Solace is idyllic, calm and far removed from the bustle of civilization. 

V̵̲̂e̶̝͆ŕ̸͍y̷͎̏ ̷͚̎f̵͈̀ā̸̦r̵̀͜ ̸͓͘r̴̜̂e̴͉̕m̵̺̎o̷̢̓v̶̒͜è̴̘d̴̳̐ ̴̀͜i̵̡͊ñ̷̘d̸̼̀e̷̪̽ȇ̵̯d̴̜͒.̷̰̚

It'd take you quite a while to reach the nearest town in case of an emergency…

Ý̷̭ö̸͎́u̷̘͗'̴̘͘d̸̛̰ ̶̢̐ḇ̸̌ẻ̸̦t̴̝̅t̷͚̒e̷͓͑r̸͔̿ ̷̱̆m̸̜̔a̸̳̍k̵̰̍ě̸̖ ̸̦̚s̷̛̺ṵ̴̔r̵̘̅e̸̝̽ ̸͈̑n̴̡̛o̶̬͑t̶̺̊h̸͖̋i̵͎̽ṅ̵̜g̸̗̽ ̴̹̿ḧ̵̘́ā̷̦p̸̖̎p̵̻̑e̴̗͌n̵̡̒s̶̜̈.̶̥͂

But you're not alone in this! Working alongside you are Basil Laurier, the free-spirited scion of the wealthiest local family, Anita Merrick, the smart but skittish university student intern, and the Malak siblings, both skilled and experienced teachers. 

Now go take care of those happy little campers.

Customize your MC’s name, appearance, outfit and apartment!

Be a good camp counselor and protect the kids in your care!

Romance a charismatic heir, a chronically sleep-deprived psychology student, a temperamental musician or a reserved martial arts instructor!

Get to know your team and form lasting friendships!

Uncover the lakes long-forgotten secrets and save Camp Solace from the horrors that are slowly closing in on you.

TW: mentions of bullying, toxic past relationships, troubled childhoods, mental illness. Non-graphic.

[zombiekombi-if]

Zombie Kombi

An interactive story by @josru

DEMO TBA | CHARACTERS

The cities are barren.

Not a soul has been seen navigating North America's metropolitan landscapes in years.

The undead are considered soulless, anyways.

In the late 2040s, zombies have overtaken the greater part of North America. You live on the outskirts of San Francisco, in an old, beat-up, secondhand Volkswagen Minibus. Also known as a Kombi (not sponsored).

You've been alone for as long as you can remember. Your elderly parent is long gone, and you have yet to meet another person, let alone one you're sure can be your ally.

Play as male, female or NB/GNC.

Choose your hunting level. Pick between amateur, alright, and advanced.

Romance one of four potential options (or keep them as friends, adversaries, or enemies, depending on your choices)

Choose your path:

Discover what happened to the world, causing it to be filled with the undead, by traversing to the city.

Find out about the first owner of your Kombi. (#??? videos found so far.)

Navigate conspiracies about a local settlement that seems too friendly.

Howard "How" Ngam

A mid-thirties, quiet, skeptical Thai-American man, How Ngam hates everyone and everything that's happened to him. He's the previous (read: not the first) owner of the Kombi- imagine his surprise when he stumbles upon you, living in a place he was sure he left locked and empty, meant to be his personal solitude.

He isn't the easiest to talk to, but his bristly attitude has it's purpose in this world. He's discovered a lot about the city, and How could take you there, but he's protective of those he cares about, which might include you.

Appearance: Tan-olive skin, deep-set eyes with wrinkles and dark circles, wide nose, prominent lips, shaggy, ear-length black hair, brown eyes, and stubble/mustache going on. About 5'8", fairly lean, some muscle. He's usually wearing a hand-me down, dark green jacket, and a copper-toned beanie. Heavy worker boots. Non-descript pants and shirt.

Dylan Chase

A late twenties, Half-Irish woman, Dylan is always searching for a greater purpose. She's scared, but determined to find herself in the midst of the apocalypse. You could worry that she's read too many self-help books, but she knows herself. Even if she can be a bit harsh about it.

Dylan wants more than anything to be caring, to prove to others that she's not a bad person. She lives in a well furnished settlement, where lack of resources seems to never be an issue. The guilt of being there, when everyone else is suffering, eats at her, but you could soothe her feelings, if you wish.

Appearance: Pale, warm toned, freckly-orange skin, hooked nose, sharply defined, thinner lips, deep red long hair past her shoulders, (basically think of a tomato), green wide eyes. About 5'6", very skinny, long runner legs with muscular calves. Despite the cold of San Francisco, Dylan runs hot and wears jean shorts, cropped shirts, or athleisure like hoodies and leggings.

Gloor

He's a zombie. Gloor's skin is a pallid green-blue, with splotches of beige that reminds you he was human at one point. There are chunks of skin and flesh missing from his body, but he persists on, in the way the undead always do.

He can barely hold a fully fledged sentence with you, but you can tell he doesn't mean any harm. There's something lifelike in his eyes as he stares with you, a strong purpose held in his pupils, untouched by the typical fog that zombies carry. It's even more obvious in the way he seems to still have fine motor skills: he's capable of writing a few letters for you, if you want him to.

Appearance: Green-blue skin, brownish-grey hair that's mostly all fallen out, brown eyes. No nose, lips receding. 6'2", surprisingly wide in the middle due to his ribcage. He's wearing an old, dilapidated suit, and a wrinkly dress shirt, and torn up pants.

Alia Jacobs

Named after Saint Alia of the Knife, Alia is a mid-thirties, black woman that absolutely adores pop culture and trivia. She's a massive, optimistic nerd, and maybe one that's a bit obsolete in this current time- nobody really cares to get into escapist fantasies the way she does. Either way, she's got a cabin filled with comics, old video games, and DVDs. You wonder where and how she's collected so much paraphernalia, and mainly why-  and she's willing to share that with you if you don't judge her.

Appearance: Deep cool toned skin, natural loose afro to about the end of her neck, brown eyes, slight smile lines, prominent lips, straight nose. 5'3", pear shaped, hourglass body. She wears billowy, silky tops, and well structured cargo pants. She wears a lot of jewelry like rings, bangles, and earrings.

[kahvilahuhut]

wip intro: cynosure

image credit (unsplash)

For two decades, no one has touched the files of an abandoned project, once a spark of hope, now a shameful page of history. But after a violent conflict between two rivaling corporations, they have both decided to restart the project as their joint flagship project, either to show the world that they can, too, work together, or to show the other corporations they can't be beat.

While everything looks fine from the public's point of view, not everything is as well as it seems. Tensions between the two rivaling corporations, pressure in the project itself, and as a cherry on the top, concerns about the person who was picked for one of the top roles - and who had caused the previous project to end in a rather chaotic way. And who is not afraid to voice its opinions loudly again.

Cynosure follows a scientist, returning to the project it had hoped to forget, desperately trying to do things well this time, and not let others ruin it all. It also follows a corporate agent, placed into the project to watch over the work atmosphere and make sure nothing bad happens. And of course, as we all can guess, something bad happens.

status: outlining and brainstorming some more. <3

genre: soft science fiction, thriller, cyberpunk-ish?

pov: three different third person povs (Klara, Tobias & Samuel)

warnings: swearing, unethical research choices, violence, guns, murder, torture, blood, gore, alcohol, smoking, mental health problems, physical health problems, relapsing into bad habits, to be added

interested to hear more? check out the taglist

[screamingatanemptyroom]

Screaming at an Empty Room -

Reintroduction/Update

Hello everyone! Probably too late to do an intro, given that I've been writing on this blog since 2017, but since I've returned after a few years away from writing, I wanted the opportunity to talk about my blog and projects completed and my upcoming plans!

I go by Avaleon everywhere else on the internet, but respond to pretty much anything, including Screaming, hey you, etc! Started this blog in my mid 20s, and aged normally into the early 30s from there. I love writing, have always loved it, but between work and life, it's definitely something that I mostly do late at night and on weekends. I love hearing from people, but I usually answer asks in bunches, and typically right before I post writing. Love hearing about other people's projects as well!

I write short stories, novellas, and occasional full length novels. I am not published, but actively working on self-publishing some of my full length works. Everything I write is posted online, I enjoy sharing my work. The main reason to self publish for me is to have physical copies for myself or anyone who might want one!

My short stories can be found under the #writing tag on my blog. As for the long completed stories, I'll post them below the cut!

Love you Tumblr, happy to be back!

A. Full Length Novels (100,000+ words)

Please Fix the Story!

Description:

I don’t know who I am. I don’t know why I’m trapped in this never ending cycle of rebirth. All I know is that I wake up inside the worlds of unfinished stories, with a mission to accomplish the author’s wishes and stabilize the worlds now headed for destruction. I do my best, hoping, praying that maybe if I complete enough missions, I’ll be able to remember my past and return to my home.

It’s just fixing stories, it should be simple enough.

So can someone explain who this random villain is who keeps following me to each world?

Masterpost linked here

2. I Can’t Eat Love

Description:

Lenora did not have a wonderful life. After her engagement to Prince Ronan is broken, she loses everything… her reputation, her home and her family. Starving on the streets, she dies angry and bitter at how her life unfolded… only to wake up in her old bed, fifteen again, five years before her death. 

Now she must struggle to change her fate, and the fate of the around her. This time she won’t trust in something as flimsy or changeable as love. No, this time she’ll have the power and the money she needs to protect herself. 

Lenora has already lost everything once. She’s not going to lose again. 

No matter the cost. 

Masterpost Linked Here

B. Novellas

I Refuse to be a Named Character

Description:

I woke up inside the world of one of the best selling fantasy book series “Deadly Crown.” Intrigue, handsome heroes, adventure… sounds great, right? Just one problem: all the named characters except the main hero and villain die, are replaced and their replacements die. Being important in this story is a death sentence, so I plan to move to the middle of nowhere, and avoid the plot! 

It should be a fool proof plan, so why do the main characters keep dragging me into the story?

Masterpost Linked Here

2. Living in a Rewrite of my Own Book World

Description:

This is the story about an author who gets hit by a car right before she can finish her bestselling book series. Trapped in the role of a terrible side character antagonist, she must find a way to change the story’s ending. Not just for her own survival, but for the characters that seem just a little too real to be fiction. (30K words)

Masterpost Linked Here

3.Baby’s First Revenge!

Description:

When Charlotte is betrayed and killed by the friend she sacrificed everything for, she thought it was the end. Instead, she found herself reborn as a baby, with her killer still enjoying the fame of stealing her work. Now, she's coming after him, and plans to make him pay... But first, nap time.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7

4. The Supervillain’s Daughter

The story of Erica, a girl who finds out that her brother is the kidnapped child of superheroes, and that her parents are villains. Years later she is the best agent in the Villain Suppression Unit, and hates everything to do with superheroes. So of course she isn’t pleased when she is paired with the strongest man alive, especially because she knows him. But with even darker parts of her past surfacing again, she will have no choice but to join forces and save the world. 

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Other smaller works and the incomplete ones can be found on this page

Thanks everyone!

[televisionjester]

writeblr intro

hello! i'm a college student who got into writing as a hobby and finally decided to make a writeblr after only privately writing for a while because i wanted to see more stories and meet more writers! i love sci-fi and supernatural elements (especially if the supernatural is in a modern setting!!) or stories that involve reluctant protagonists, enemies to lovers, or unreliable narrators but i'll read anything and everything if it catches my interest more info about my own wips:

Reverence Project

genre: fantasy, horror

A still unnamed project that explores the consequences of worshiping normal people to literal godhood. Simon Lacoste is a quiet, shy historian who simply wants to study the Gods as a distant observer, avoiding his heavily involved religious family in the process. This is not what happens. Shortly after finding out a secret that he shouldn’t have but had no intention of sharing, Simon finds himself stuck in between power grabs and petty squabbles of the Gods. He just wanted to record history, not make it.

All Roads Lead Home

genre: action, enemies to lovers

A story about grief and self-destruction that follows Damon Miller, ex-mercenary sniper turned reckless competitive race car driver through a series of unfortunate events and an accident involving his late brother. Once he begins to put his life back together, he (wrongly) assumes that the past he tried to shove down as much as possible will stay down.

Oasis Project

genre: sci-fi

The last and least developed project, the Oasis project is a story about girl named Nedra who worked extremely hard for the prestigious position of a botanist working in the Oasis that keeps her desert kingdom alive and thriving. Heavy worldbuilding with a found family.

[jev-urisk]

🌐7 Circles🌐 An Intro Presentation

There's no such thing as being too late to a trend (is what I'm telling myself here.)

Made using Canva. Extra slide via link cuz Tumblr caps at 10 pics. Also may be better quality.

This took a really long time but I'm really happy with the results!! 😭💕 Trying to explain or summarize my story is hard and nerve-wracking but something about making a presentation clicked for me.

Tagging everyone bc I'm so so stoked about thisss ❤️‍🔥

@the-golden-comet @lychhiker-writes @katenewmanwrites @cowboybrunch @wyked-ao3 @fortunatetragedy @zackprincebooks @urbiggestfan-01 @gioiaalbanoart @scorpiothesaint @officialauthorofanotherworld @aalinaaaaaa @smellyrottentrees @marlowethelibrarian @autism-purgatory @ddgraywrites @thelaughingstag

[jacqueswriteblrlibrary]

Hey folks reblog this with a few sentences introducing your WIP. Whether badly explained, or in the form of an elevator pitch, I wanna know more about your WIPs!

Also tell me your genres / subgenres so I can reblog and tag them and boost you!

[snoutbleed]

Telling a story takes guts.

Forensic photographer Sören Heinrich can’t ignore the nausea bubbling in his throat when documenting someone's darkest day. He loses sleep over the fates he captures but is drawn to the purpose vested in his grisly role. When blood-slicked prints become Sören's next subject, he finds a message that blurs the line between his personal and professional life.

"This is where I’ve been. Don’t follow."

Unable to fathom his long-lost brother’s crimson handwriting, Sören descends into the criminal underworld for answers. The young boar's inner demons guide him toward a morbid self-reckoning.

Direktion 2 has their work cut out for them.

Crime is on the rise in post-reunification Berlin. Among the cases, the Polizeidirektorate in the city's westernmost boroughs is baffled by freak murders at the hands of denizens without motive.

In the shadow of the Berlin Wall, the crime wave takes a supernatural twist behind the lock of a post-Soviet puzzle.

Camera flashes at the crime scenes reveal gruesome secrets stirring in the shadows.

Unravel the conspiracy in #LONG STORY SHORT.

#The Filing Cabinet -- scan the profiles of those in the know. #Bloodstained Polaroids -- view the images of lives gone astray. #Evidence Board -- learn the details of secrets best kept. #Mystery Signals -- behold the lore of the mind melt. Face the music in the official Long Story Short playlist!

Everyone gathers toward the Abschnitt.

There are several Polizei Berlin stations like the Abschnitt, but everyone tied to this supernatural symphony ends up near this Spandau station particularly.

Sören Heinrich -- ( boar | tag | bio ) The black sheep of the Abschnitt. Sören’s abrasive nature keeps his co-workers at bay, a division widened by their western ideals clashing with his East German upbringing. He distances himself from the station through tight focus on his job, always the first to arrive at a crime scene. Don Jae Hale -- ( elk | tag | bio ) The silver-tongued Kriminalhauptkommissar of the Abschnitt. Hale is quick to dismiss the killings up until his leadership comes under siege by the paranoid public. Umeya Romanova -- ( fox | tag | bio ) The Bundeskriminalamt detective sent to assist with the Abschnitt’s mounting cases. Rumor says Umeya is there for more than the mystery, but her motives veiled by a callous attitude. Marieke Reiss -- ( rabbit | tag | bio ) The star psychology student barely escaped a killing. Now a key witness, Marieke can’t rest easy knowing she could be the next victim, driving her to take matters into her own hands. Reinhardt Müller -- ( donkey | tag | bio ) The Abschnitt’s disgraced ace detective, worn down and living in the grimy corners of Berlin. When crime spikes, Reinhardt tries to relive his “glory days" of detective work. Ukko Heinrich -- ( boar | tag | bio ) The crime lord defends his territory with brutal but firm methods. He's sworn to his found family, the country's political rift making him protective to a fault. Vorwitz Albrecht -- ( bat | tag | bio ) A gardener with good banners but bad morals. Vorwitz's unsavory career choices put him in the Abschnitt, but he finds a way out with Sören.

Entropy knows no bounds.

Stop, look and listen: stories are everywhere. Behold my settings.

Face more madness in #TALES GONE STALE.

LAID TO WASTE -- an abomination stirs in the bayou, its secrets poisoning a township. THE WASTED LIVES -- a group of galactic fugitives embark on a never-ending getaway on a runaway cruiser. (Links need an update. Stay tuned.)

The mind behind the melancholy.

ACHTUNG! This blog is 18+ for gore and suggestive content!

You can call me Dissy (she/her). I'm a writer with stories and ideas always bouncing inside my head, especially this one. Feel free to ask me about myself, my writing, my characters, or anything else. I promise you I can bark up a tree for hours.

I also do Polaroid photography: check out @hogrot for my shots!

I also encourage comments, critique, etc. about this setting. I want to pace myself while writing this, therefore I have all the time I need to refine this where I can. I don't expect this story to come out for a while anyway, especially as I run it through critiques. Hell, this pet project wouldn't have come into fruition thanks to the feedback of some incredible friends.

Shoutout to PYRY for doing character design and art for this setting, as well as giving his ideas and characters for the Heinrich plotline. Go check out his killer art. This story wouldn't exist without him.

Another shoutout to @tsanapi, an incredible artist who drew the art pictured above. Her sense of style is so keen.

And a final thanks to you, the reader, for tuning into the mind melt. This signals wouldn't have picked up without you.

[theaistired]

Writeblr Intro

New intro, same person!

Hi, I’m Thea (she/they) and I’m aroace and autistic. I like to read, write, draw, play the piano, and occasionally play video games. My favourite book series is the Lord of the Rings and my favourite video game franchise is Fire Emblem.

Since my favourite genre is fantasy, most of my WIPs are fantasy and you can find my writing and sometimes art (and music?) on this blog.

I hope to see you around!

Some infos and links to my WIPs are under the cut.

Galidean: Main WIP, fantasy. A longer series (about 12 books) telling three different stories across the ages. While not meant to be dark fantasy/horror, the series can get pretty dark at times. The first story takes place a hundred years after the defeat of the Dark Sun, the most powerful dragon in memory. In celebration, the human nations gather together but only a few people realize that scorching raids have left their marks across the continent… [Intro]

Old Gods: (Dark) fantasy series (3 – 4 books). The planned horror elements have gotten somewhat lost, but are still prevalent to a certain degree, mostly body horror. The story follows the aftermath of a war between several divine bloodlines. Prince Alaric was captured before the end of war and does not intend to stay alive for much longer… [Intro]

The Human in Us: Urban fantasy series (5 books). Again: not intended to be dark fantasy/horror but some elements like this might still show up. University student Josephine has been struggling with hallucinations for as long as she can remember. After a nightmarish get-together with friends, the visions only get worse… [Intro]

Visions of Violet Stars: SciFi setting, with 2 – 3 stand-alone stories (one of which is specifically space horror). [Intro]

Little Remains: Crime novel/thriller. An unknown body is discovered in close-knit community. When a local student is also found dead a few days later, it becomes clear that the killer is part of the community… [Intro]

[somethingclevermahogony]

OC Intro: Bop

Hello everyone! The winner of the latest character intro poll was Bop! As Bop is not a mortal their intro is going to be slightly different then most of the other introductions that I have done. The new poll should be up in the next few days!

This is also funnily enough an introduction to Narul's weapon.

(Please excuse any typos, its late and I'm sure I'll find them sooner or later)

Name: Pufut (Translated as "Bop")

Bop has long forgotten their actual name, if they had one at all as many spirits do not, in the past they were referred to as The Ripper of Cedars among other names.

Bop is a name given to the spirit by Narul, as Bop themselves were unsure of what their name actually was. Bop is a reference to the fact that Bop is contained within a hammer (Narul, unfortunately, does not have much experience naming things). To be more accurate, the name given to them by Narul is Pufut, an onomatopoetic Kishite word that refers to the sound of something being gently hit. Translated into English, the closest equivalent is Bop or perhaps Bonk.

Continues Below the Cut!

Family

Unknown

Before his capture Bop was in the company of several other powerful weather spirits, however it is not entirely clear whether they were related.

Homeland/Place of Origin

The Red Cedar Mountains

It seems likely that Bop, as a Great Spirit, formed in the region where they once held dominion. Their age is unclear, well he is certainly at least 2,000 years old, their age could be far far older, likely forming sometime after the Calamity in order to replace the spirits lost at that time, if that is the case then Bop may be over 40,000 years old (This would make him the 4th oldest entity to appear in person in the first book.) Many spirits have, comparatively fleeting memories, forgetting much of their past as the centuries roll past. Additionally being trapped in a hammer for centuries has caused Bop to forget much of their past. Alternatively they may have been brought to Kobani from one of the Spirit Worlds, likely via the will of the Storm God, Kotomah.

Great Spirits

Great Spirits or Mountain Gods are those spirits considered to be exceptionally powerful by humans. In some cases, they may be worshiped as minor deities or protectors of a certain region or geographical feature, often a mountain. Many cities have a Great Spirit which acts as its protector (though it should be noted these protections are against supernatural and climatic events, not political ones, a Mountain God does not care if a regime changes so long as they continue to receive offerings and respect). It is possible that the reason Labisa does not have its own Great Spirit despite being such a large city is that Bop would have filled that role had they not been trapped in the hammer.

Many Great Spirits may loosely serve or act in the name of a Heavenly God, often the patron god of a Kishite or Korithian city for example, based on the deity which the local Mountain God serves. Bop was connected with the storm god Kotomah. After capturing Bop, the Spiritblood Tamel, declared the Goddess Humbalibal, as the city's patron.

In many places across the Green Sea and beyond prayer is directed not at the Heavenly Gods directly, as it is believed that they are too distant and powerful to hear much less care, but rather to spirits which may act as conduits to the Heavenly Gods. In Kishetal it is typical to start a prayer first with a call to the spirits or through a ritual to attract the spirits that are believed to be connected to a certain deity. 

Interestingly, the Deep Sun, as a demon, technically falls into the same categorization as Bop.

History: Two Excerpts From Kishite Literature

"When the first stones of the city of Kings had not been lain When the Golden Trout by wily Seha’s Hand  Was fresh within the net When the first reed for floor was plucked When the first branch for roof had been cut When still wild folk roamed and ruled the cedar hills When blood soaked still the walls of Kur Tamel sent council and gift to the Children of Arkodai for to bless his new kingdom Gifts of copper, pelt, and sweet honey Of cool wine and fiery gem This gifts he sent in the hands of black-haired Uridush Whose beauty mortal and spirit envy The Arkodians took upon themselves the Gifts of Tamel But when time came to bestow upon Uridush a Kingly Gift, a gift of their blessed metals as they had gifted to The Desert King and The Heirs of Neduz They gave to him no spear, nor ax or sword or scepter But only hammer and rope, crude and barbaric Made by no master No spirit dwelt within them “Disgrace upon noble Tamel you Lay!” Cried brave Uridush “He is a king unmatched, his beauty and grace without end And yet upon him you give these meager gifts, which even The most paltry of your noble men would hang their head To carry! The Metal is unpolished, its surface crude! There is no beauty! No mastery!” When Uridush spoke forth in his master’s name The Children of Arkodai fell upon him with pincers of bronze  And took his noble tongue from between his teeth With mouth bloodied and silenced  Uridush returned to just Tamel’s side and presented  These cruel and dishonorable gifts Tamel cried out for his beloved servant and grieved his sweet words With righteous justice a fire in his belly Tamel and his Three Sons Hiru the Broad, Hutbari the Hoopoe Born, and Haman the Thrice Bled Took to the Isle of Olives and in silent night fell upon the Arkodians Their warriors they cut down and laid upon the cold stones 7 Sages they bound in ropes of hemp and bore away 

“You have ripped us from our warm beds where do you take us?” They cried as one in the tongue of the forge masters But from the Masters of the Golden Plain and the Endless Lake They received no answers nor were words spoken No spirit dared come to their call, for they feared the  Wrath of Tamel, whose eyes saw all deception Across the Mumbling Sea to the Realm of the Cedar With Hammer and Rope Tall Tamel and his sons  Brought their loot, through forest and up stony slopes They conquered the Ice Wrapped Mount Where the Lords of the Eastern Shores and the Towering Peaks Dwelt in their Palace of Cloud and Shadow Where Storm Unending Lashed Furiously Upon  Stone and Ice and Flesh And hence with his rope of Western Metal Great and Mighty Tamel the Golden Eyed He of The Dragon Bane, He of the Fire of Kur, He whose rivals live not amongst men with his Three Sons, with the blessing of Humbalibal Resting upon their heads They cast forth into the Black Storm Domain of the Great Spirits Servants of the God of Winds Five there were  She who splits the Oak, He who swallows the Sun She who pulls down the River of the Heavens He Whose Voice Shakes Mountains And The Ripper of Cedars Children of The Howling One all “Take this, the gift of ignoble men! Catch it so That from you I may make a kingdom That will stand tall before the lands Of my lesser kin!” And upon the Ripper of Cedars his rope caught The fury of the storm shook the Columns of Kobani The Winds that Flatten Forest Roared The Ice that Cuts Flesh Descended Upon Them “Father!” His Sons Cried “Father! Through Wool and Linen this Sharp  Wind Cuts!”

Youngest of Sons, Haman fell there His Skin Pierced, His Hands Slickened by Blood From the Mountain he was carried by cruel winds And in the Green Valley He Fell His flesh torn by stone and branch His lifeblood stolen by bird and beast But Grief could not take Tamel And with the might of the Mountain Goddess He tore down the Great Spirit from its perch Down to dead stone he cast it The mountain shook and cracked And there under his order the Sages of Arkodai bound The Ripper of the Cedars into the hammer which The Arkodians had gifted to noble Uridush So great was the fury of the spirit that all save for one of  The Seven Sages was consumed by lightless death Before he too fell, Silver-eyed Banusos  The Seventh Sage with eyes broken and ears torn Fell upon his knees and presented to Tamel The hammer, The hammer that shakes mountains Greatest of Noble Arms With gut of dragon and kiriki The King of the Kishites  Bound its head and with the rope which had bound the spirit  he wrapped its olive haft so that it may not slip in his mighty grasp And He named it, Gate Breaker For Before it, No Man nor City Could Stand ”

-From The Great History (Ti Jal Tiamut)

“Oh Noble Tamel Oh Beautiful Tamel Oh Glorious Tamel Your Life Taken by Arkodian Treachery  By the cold Ocean Swallowed Your Blood Swore upon Shebali’s Sand An Oath Terrible and Dark Bound By Spirit and Gods That Arkodian Blood Should be Shed Till Every Vein Was Run Dry Till No Kings Sit Upon Stone Thrones Till Arkodai Kingdom Be No More  Than a Memory Faint Till the Last Sages of Ancient Furnaces  Draw breath no longer

7 Children Sailed 100,000 Men Beside to Arkodai Bound Ladaru Vengeful and Great, Fell first, Pierced by Arrow Keen By His own Blood Shot and Felled Baza, Jealous Brother-Killer, Brought low by Vengeful Justice Then Atab, Silent and Strong, Crushed by Serpent Vast Sema, the Magnificent, Whose Chariot Flattened Cities By wicked poison was Slain Then Farutima and Mushadi, Wise and Merciful By Ikopi Pirate and Arkodian Treachery were Cut Twas Hiruha Cunning, the last of your Children to bear a crown Who From Waters Cold and Cruel Bore You Up  No Rot Victorious Nor Decay Enthroned Upon You From Your Hand She Took Gate Breaker Your Hammer Great and Powerful Thirty Men they say, Thirty Men to Break your Grasp With Hammer in Hand at Myminat’s Plain She Broke Mikrab Who Knew You Once, Whose Madness Raged He Fled and the Walls Shattered Before Him Into the Terrible City She Rode There Sages Wicked In Their Own Furnaces Burned And With them All Knowledge of Western Metal  Was Rendered to Ash and Bone Crumbled

But When Victorious Upon Her Ship She Sailed Home Towards Great Labisa To Her Father’s Throne But Like Her Father Before Swallowed by Sea was She Lost to Darkness Blinding Darkness Last Child of Tamel Beloved Daughter Taken to Lives Unlived Your Mighty Weapon Gone, by the abyss consumed Your Name Sake Tamel the Victorious Tamel the King Who Spared the Shepherd And Crushed the Last Kings of Arkodai Searched Dark Waters For Beloved Hiruha But Found Naught but Whispering Waves We Mourn Her We Cry Out To Gods We Pray Hammer of Kings May You Return to Us And May the Bones of Glorious Hiruha  Rest Beside Her Family Eternally.”

-The Lament of Tamel and Hiruha

Appearance

As Bop is trapped within the hammer of Tamel, they are not immediately visible. The hammer itself is crudely made, its head is made from unpolished Arkodian Bronze, which is itself a dark brown colour, somewhat similar to oxidized iron. The head is additionally wrapped in a couple small lengths of ancient leathers (supposedly from a dragon and a kiriki), the haft (which has been replaced numerous times) is made from olive wood and is wrapped in a rope once made from a mixture of Arkodian Bronze fibre and plant material. The plant material has since rotted away leaving nothing only the metallic elements behind. To the untrained eye it is an unimpressive and largely undesirable tool, too large and heavy for a normal person to wield and certainly not aesthetically pleasing.

The only way to see Bop is to let them into your mind while holding the hammer. Not everyone can see Bop clearly, for example when Ninma holds the hammer, the spirit appears in her mind is little more than a silver cloud. However when Narul holds the hammer, and when Bop feels the need to manifest a form (rather than merely existing as a voice in Narul's head), Narul sees a constantly shifting figure seemingly made of solidified mist or cloud. Their traits are never static and over the course of just a few seconds they may change entirely. As a result Narul has difficulty describing the spirit to others.

Personality

Bop is a curious, wise and kindly being. As a result of being trapped in darkness for so long they cherish the chance to get to speak with Narul and to see through his eyes. They don't remember much about their old existence, however they don't seem particularly concerned about it either. Bop is vague, though not intentionally and tends to be far more interested in the needs and wants of others, primarily Narul, rather than their own. Bop is a very powerful spirit and can make this fact known when they want to.

Gender/Pronouns

Agender

Bop as a spirit does not experience normal human expressions of genders, what is more their constantly shifting nature means that they have very few static traits. As such Narul views Bop as having both Masculine and Feminine traits which themselves change regularly. The same could be said about Bop's age as the spirit may at once express traits which are constituent with older humans and those consistent with children. They are not limited to human traits either and may at times exhibit animalistic elements.

Sexual Orientation

Asexual and Aromantic

The majority of spirits, though not all, do not feel sexual attraction of any sort nor are most capable or interested in the concept of romantic love. However Bop is capable of very profound platonic love, as this is their relationship with Narul

Relationships

Bop doesn't remember much about their past friends/acquaintances including his past wielders. This includes Tamel, despite the fact that Tamel wielded their hammer for nearly 500 years, Bop has next to no memory about the Great King. Similarly they have no memory of Hiruha, though this may be because Hiruha seemingly was unable to properly communicate with spirit.

Bop is very close with Narul, protecting him from nightmares as well as the machinations of the Deep Sun. As Narul is almost always holding the hammer, the two are almost constant companions.

The relationship between Narul and Bop is very deep, bordering on being queerplatonic.

Largely through Narul, Bop has also come to care deeply for the other members of the group, most notably with Ninma and Otilia. Bop speaks to both regularly. This is done by Narul giving them the hammer to hold.

Favourite Colour

Blue

Favourite Food

Bop does not eat and likely cannot taste (though some spirits can smell), however they do experience some of the happy sensations that Narul feels when eating or smelling a food that he likes. As a result Bop is most fond of the foods that Narul likes.

Biggest Fear

That their hammer may get lost in darkness again with them in it.

Sage

No

Bop is capable of true magic beyond sagecraft. However their use of magic is severely limited by their current condition, as such most of the magic they are able to work is seen by how they affect Narul (healing, increasing his strength, etc.)

Literate

No

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project intro, choking on sea salt

choking on sea salt

chapter 1, chapter 2 part one, chapter 2 part two

genre . gothic horror, folk horror

status . outlining, drafting

tag . #choking on sea salt

a fishing village with a foggy history. whispers and visions of century-old evils. unexplained shipwrecks and an ocean no one is permitted to step foot near.

if you're a fan of vengeful sirens, feminine rage, or the concept of "coastal gothic" (in the same vein as southern gothic), then choking on sea salt may draw your interest...

summary .

sadie is a young journalist intending only to study the history of a remote fishing village. upon her arrival, however, the residents are distrustful and avoidant of her questions. it is forbidden to step onto the beaches or into the water, and the ocean elicits a visceral fear in the locals. more notably, though, is the startling lack of women, and sadie’s attempts to speak with the few women present are repeatedly thwarted or outright denied. sadie’s suspicions are growing, her notebook contains more questions than answers, and the eerie song echoing through the night is drawing her closer and closer to the ocean – and the century-old evils that lie in wait beneath it.

please let me know if anyone would like to be added to the tag list for posts about this wip!

[loveguts]

writeblr (re)introduction

hi i’m oliver. 23, he/him, bi and trans, neurodivergent. i made my last intro in 2021 and then took a massive break from writing so i’m making a new one <3

this is primarily a personal blog but i post a lot of writing related stuff in general. im currently setting up a twitter where i’ll focus more on writing promo things.

i’m autistically obsessed with horror and pretty much exclusively write it. horror is also probably like 98% of all stories i read/movies i watch as well. besides writing it i post about a lot of horror stuff in general.

more specific themes and sub-genres i tend to explore are: american gothic (especially focusing on the midwest and the south), everything lgbtq, psychological horror, body horror, cosmic horror, sacrilegious themes, trauma, and animal motifs

my current main (and only) wip is boything, a novella exploring my main character’s transmasculine identity in an extremely oppressive, abusive, isolating christian household. you can read more about it in the linked wip intro!!

i’m always looking for new mutuals so absolutely feel free to like or reblog, especially if you post horror content or if you’re a horror writer yourself!!

[mundanemoongirl]

Writeblr Intro

Hi, hey, hello! I’m Ananda (she/her) but if that’s too hard you can call me moon. I’m an aspiring writer in my 20s who also loves anime, music, reading, and anything space-themed.   

More about my writing

I have one work that has been published (it’s just blurbs in a collection of short stories from students I tutor). I have 2 WIPs that I hope to get traditionally published.

One is a fantasy about a witch whose whole worldview is changed when she is sent to a magic school and discovers a spirit (I mostly work on and post about this one).

The other is a mystery about a Black college student whose girlfriend goes missing and takes on the responsibility of finding her when the police don't.

If you want to know more about them, my WIP intro post is here! I also have a masterlist for my first WIP here.

More about me

I'm currently in college and I'm an intern at a nonprofit that tutors kids with writing and publishes their stories. I absolutely love working there!

My favorite book genre is fantasy but I read my fair share of sci-fi, mystery, and fiction. I especially like fiction stories centered around the Black experience like Caucasia by Danzy Senna and Black Cake by Charmaine Wilkerson.

My most listened to music genres are alt/alt rock, vocaloid, hip hop, and pop from before 2019, but sometimes I just listen to something random like French music or classical.

I'm also very bisexual, even though I've never dated anyone :(

I’m always looking for writer friends and it seems a lot of other tumblr dwellers are too. Feel free to send me messages, tag me in games or posts, or interact with me other ways. I love getting to know people and interacting with them!

Happy writing everyone!      

[ellisnyeland]

writeblr intro

I need to make a new pinned post anyway, so it seems like a good time to introduce myself!

I'm Ellis Nye, and I'm a sci-fi and fantasy writer, with occasional elements of historical fiction, horror, and romance. Right now, I'm focusing on short stories.

Two of my short stories have been published:

Shelf-stable: "In a transitional post-post-apocalypse, Ada dreads the arrival of the witch who regularly visits her town." You can buy the issue of Solarpunk Magazine (@solarpunkmagazine on here) that it appears in here. You can see my posts about this short story here.

The Last Great Repair Tech of the American Midwest: "A story about love and community in the midst of an apocalypse of planned obsolescence, framed as an obituary." You can go to this page to buy the entire issue, or read the story for free here. You can see my posts about this short story here. There's also a brief review at Reactor (WHAT!?) here.

(For whatever reason, my published short stories lean more towards the lighthearted/uplifting end of what I write. This is going to make the eventual publication of some of my other stuff really funny.)

I write:

Retellings--mythology, fairy tales, folklore, ballads, classic lit, and more

Small, quiet stories happening in the middle of the action

Dialogue-heavy stories

"Found fiction" (Archive of the Odd introduced me to this term and I love it!)

Disabled characters

Queer characters

Stuff that I hope makes you go "wait that was kind of fucked up" half an hour after reading it

Stuff that makes me cry

Stories that did, actually, come to me in a dream

Gross stuff

I'm very into worldbuilding, but my current focus on short stories tends to limit me there somewhat. I do plan to go back to writing novels, with an eventual focus on getting published, but that's not in the cards right now.

I have a tag for each story I post about, so for example "story: deadname" for posts about my WIP "Deadname" or "story: in perfect light" for a finished-ish story I've started submitting places.

I also have a Twitter account with this same username, but I don't use it as much as I use this account.

[epicsforeaters]

Writeblr Info

Hellooo welcome to my blog! My name is Gabriella, although I also go by Gabby (she/they, aroace) I'm a 20-year-old art school student with a passion for writing, and I created this blog to connect with other writers and share my stories with people! If you're a writer, I'll follow you back :D

I mainly write thriller stories, and I gravitate toward American gothic settings, queer subtext, religious imagery/critique, morally gray characters, themes of friendship/found family, and gorey, bloody violence. If you can't tell, I'm VERY inspired by Ethel Cain's aesthetic, music, and lore. Also, my favorite author is Donna Tartt!

My current WIP is called Black Sheep (a working title) which features many of the aspects mentioned above. It also revolves around two of my other all-time favorite tropes: cults and cannibalism! I'm very excited about this project and can't wait to share it with ppl!

(I also have an additional short story in the works, although it's not very fleshed out yet!)

For now, I'll be using this blog to share some aesthetics that match my story, but I look forward to sharing lore and info about my OCs as well as snippets of my writing in the near future!

Pls don't hesitate to send asks or message me! I would love to meet some fellow writer friends :)