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Fury’s Reign | Chapter One, Himazaki I
Kodo was a quiet place, small in comparison to other great cities and remarkably isolated by its own design, but on this one night it was as if he walked the streets of Taizhao and Liangyi combined. Lanterns of every shape and size lit the way, fastened to buildings and let loose to the skies, a hundred paper suns ascending to the above. A signal to ancestors long since dead that they were honoured this night.                                                       

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Hey guys! Two things! One, today is my birthday!! 22 and officially way too old for my liking and with far too much back pain. Second, chapter one of Fury’s Reign is now available to read on Wattpad ahhhh!

As a minor disclaimer, while constructive criticism is okay, please be aware that this is still an unpolished first draft that will most likely be rewritten a hundred odd times before i’m satisfied. That being said, i’m so excited to be able to start sharing this world with you, it’s kind of my baby <3

[Read chapter one here]

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                 —  A  SINNERS  MEMOIR .  

          ↳  a  wip  introduction  by  your’s  truly , @whorizcn​​​ !!

↳   𝘽𝘼𝙎𝙄𝘾 𝙄𝙉𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉  . 

𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 :   a  sinners  memoir. 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 :   western  new  adult  thriller. 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 :   plotting  && outlining. 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 :   late  19th  century  southwest  america. 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬  &&.  𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 :   poc  && lgbt  main  characters ,  minor  character  death ,  questioning  morals ,  found  family  but  they  lowkey  hate  each  other ,  mutual  pining  dumb asses ,  loss ,  too  much  world building  for  my  own  good revenge religious  guilt ,  vigilante  justice ,  deadly  ambition manipulation ,   this  town  ain’t  big  enough  for  the  both  of  us ” ,  sexy  cowgirls  going  pewpew. 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭  𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 :   alcohol abuse ,  murder ,  mentions  of  abuse ,  gore ,  sexual  assault. 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 :   wip  page  (  under construction !! ) ,  wip  tag ,  pinterest.

   𝙏𝙀𝙇𝙇  𝙈𝙀  𝙏𝙃𝙀  𝙏𝘼𝙇𝙀 ,  𝙎𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙍 .

𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐫  has always been an ambitious woman . from the day she was born a fire had been ignited inside her , burning brightly with the deep desire to become something . when she was younger her mother had cradled her in her arms with a warm smile on her face as she told her that she’s bound to be burnt by it
those same words her mother had whispered to her played on repeat in delphine’s head as she sobbed in front of her family’s graves . the weight of the schuyler family legacy a heavy weight on top of her shoulders , a weight she had welcomely burdened , but a weight she was terrified of none the less
that fire inside of her had never burned brighter . delphine did her best to put it out.
eleven years later , delphine is now living with her uncle in the small town of calico , a quiet mining town that doesn’t see much crime save for a handful of street robberies and  suspicious figuresprowling it’s dusty streets . so when the local gun smith and a bank teller turn up with a bullet between their eyes and matching missing chunks out of their flesh , saying that the people of calico had lost their minds would be the understatement of the century with rumors passing through the town like a plague and delphine’s uncle obsessing over finding and arresting the  red devil,  delphine can feel that hunger for ambition creeping back in and hovering over her like a second shadow , the familiar warmth of that forgotten fire spreading through her veins.
𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐫  has always been an ambitious woman , and if going against her uncle’s wishes and tracking down a dangerous outlaw is what it takes to secure her legacy , then she’ll be damned if she doesn’t do it.
because what could go wrong ? except you know , everything .

   𝙏𝙃𝙀  𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙎

𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐫  —  a  wannabe  bounty  hunter  with  a  kind  heart  who’s  desperately  trying  to  honor  her  families  legacy  as  well  as  secure  her  own .
  • 19 cis - female  (  she   her  ) ,  lesbian black capricorn.
  • lost her parents and younger brother in a devastating fire when she was eight she was soon after adopted by her uncle and has been living with him ever since . though she’s growing tired of only being known as the sheriffs pretty niece.
  • a huge animal lover . her uncle gave her a silver dapple pinto missouri fox trotter for her thirteenth birthday and she’s delphine’s pride and joy . her and irene are practically inseparable and if anything happened to her delphine wouldn’t know what to do with herself.
  • absolutely adores playing music and singing , she views music as a form of escapism and whenever she needs to de - stress she’ll find a quiet spot and jam out on her harmonica or practice her singing.
𝐦𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚  “ 𝐫𝐞𝐝 "  𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐳 - 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐫  —  a  cunning  and  brash  outlaw  hell - bent  on  getting  the  revenge  she’s  due  and  who’ll  stop  at  nothing  to  get  it .
  • 20 , cis - female  (  she  /  her ,  bisexual  with  a  preference  for  women ,  mexican ,  scorpio.
  • after the tragic death of her parents by the hands of the claiborne gang ,  mahalia and her twin sister were abducted and forced to work in a prostitution and gambling den in order to pay the debt her father failed to pay off.
  • a formidable gambler who may or may not have an addiction will not hesitate to kick your ass at poker and drain you for all you’re worth by using the dirty tactics she picked up from her years at the gambling den.
  • has to use a cane due to her bad knee which was fractured by the leader of the claiborne gang , arthur claiborne . loves beating the shit out of people with it because she finds it funny

  𝙏𝘼𝙂𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏   (  please  send  me  an  ask  to  be  added  /  removed !!  ) .

@gingerling, @mshelleys, @emdrabbles@hcneyvinegar, @honeywharf, @alcego-writes (  thank y’all sm for your interest , ily !! )

Blood red, strawberry pink?

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thank you for your ask <33 I might ramble a lil

Blood Red: Favourite piece of dialogue from your wip

answering for TDAB. I haven't actually started writing yet but in my outline I've included a lot of dialogue that I want to put into a certain scene, and any of the banter between Abi and Josef is automatically a favourite. Some of my fave prospective lines of dialogue so far though, are
  • “I can’t attract a single boy in seventeen years and the one time I do, he’s a trickster spirit who probably wants to kill me”
  • “The dead don’t feel pain, Abi. Lesson one.”
  • “Isaiah, this is my friend Josef Oshiro, I believe I’ve mentioned him.” Isaiah regards him carefully. “Indeed you have. I believe you told me he was an annoying prick who sent you on a wild goose chase with only loose ends.” Josef looks at her accusatively, and she smiles at him. “Yes, well that was after meeting him the first time. The goose chase is more or less over, though he’s still an annoying prick.”
  • “If I die, Abilene Whitlow, I will haunt you for the rest of your life. And I’ll find this Josef guy and make him haunt you as well for being so stupid. And I’ll make the entire Afterlife give you hell for years.”

Strawberry Pink: Ship trope you have in your book

  • Ghost Shipping: Shipping a live character with a dead character, self-explanatory when half your story is told in the afterlife
  • Abi and Josef also fit the “pure, naive baby with the jaded baby who wants to protect them”
  • also kind of enemies to lovers but only in the sense that they spend half of the book antagonising each other and arguing over everything

bubblegum pink and daffodil yellow

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thank you for your ask <3

Bubblegum Pink: If you could only write one genre for the rest of your life, what would it be?

as much as I'm loving writing with the real world, I love fantasy too much to only ever write somewhat contemporary. I think I could write a million fantasy stories because there’s not really a single limit to what you can do with it

Daffodil Yellow: Does worldbuilding come easily to you?

kind of, I do love world building and do a lot of it, particularly for fury’s reign, that I just add to as I go along, but I do get ‘world building block’ where I have no idea what I'm doing at all or seemingly can’t come up with any good ideas
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Dusty Rose: Your personal favourite character in your wip

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Lime Green: Your favourite kind of scene to write

Twilight Purple: Your least favourite kind of scene to write

Blood Red: Favourite piece of dialogue from your wip

Ocean Blue: Least favourite piece of dialogue from your wip

Morning Grey: Do you still want people to join your taglist?

Bubblegum Pink: If you could only write one genre for the rest of your life, what would it be?

Forest Green: What’s your favourite genre to write?

Primrose Yellow: What’s your least favourite genre to write?

Iced Coffee Brown: What is one character that readers wouldn’t expect to do what they did?

Caribbean Turquoise: Which character has the most traumatic past?

Brick Red: Which character gets the happiest ending?

Strawberry Pink: Ship trope you have in your book

Ice Blue: Ship trope you think is overused in writing

Forest Green: Of your main five characters, who is a tea, coffee, water or soda person?

Daffodil Yellow: Does worldbuilding come easily to you?

Leather Jacket Black: Anything you think I left off!

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genre: magical realism, elitist cult, revenge tragedy
wc goal: 60k 

I laugh at my scars. The scratch on my ankle, a side effect of wasted tripping into Beck’s collection of fireplace pokers. “Those were my grandfathers.” Yeah, Beck, everything in your house is an heirloom. Valuable only to you.

Then, my ring finger sports a pink, wavy indent. Some second-cousin once-removed dared me to stick it in a burning candle wick. What was I going to do, say no? I held my hand over it a moment too long, watched her sneer widen into terror as my skin melted. I snapped a mental photograph of that face, take it out for a laugh. Scars are comedic souvenirs carved into me for my own mistakes. I charm the most pretentious, self-serving of rooms with these stories. I own them.

Standing in the white-tiled chamber, I have a hundred fresh cuts from head to toe. My body is drenched in blood, as is the floor, as are the bodies rag-dolled around me. Did I do that to them? What have they done to me? My hands are sliced like a mosaic. These better not leave a fucking scar. I’m not a beast to be branded. I’m fucking livid. I am murderous. 

My name is Nemesis. This is my villain origin story. 

pinterest | wip tag 
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THE HONEY SEALERS … a wip by lau c.

genre ; — magical realism, contemporary

themes & tropes ; — the unraveling of reality, non-spaces & supermodernity, a rag-tag group of assholes, unreality & ghosts, mythology, the unchosen ones, losing humanity, the apocalypse, the hellhole that is your early twenties, lgbtqia+, loss

synopsis ; — channing carries her heart in the pocket of her coat. and sometimes it hurts to be alive, but that’s alright, the world is ending anyway. with reality coming apart at the seams, the past has crawled back in, slipped through the cracks. insidious. it haunts. chases mortality to the edge. leaves it heaving, aching, breathing. but not for long. and channing carries her heart in the pocket of her coat, hoping that someday, she’ll have someone to share it with.

taglist (ask to be -/+) … psd by @castoraphics 
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WIP (Re-)Introduction | The Dead are Bitter (working title)

Imelda once asked me if I ever felt afraid of my connection to the Afterlife; if I ever tossed and turned at night thinking of my own mortality, my own finality. I said I had never, because the spark of humanity is never completely extinguished. Light and laughter carries on with the soul, memory keeps one alive even after death. And how scary could it be, really, to cross from one threshold to the next just as billions before I have done? Death is the sole constant of life, so it has been since the first moments of consciousness, and so it shall be until the last. It is not death that scares me, it is what comes after it.

Synopsis

When a near death experience as a child left Abilene Whitlow orphaned and vulnerable, she discovered her ability to cross between the land of the living, and the land of the dead. Now eighteen years old, she works at a shop run by a self-proclaimed psychic, performing seances and comforting mourners with messages from the deceased, while in dreams she walks with friends long since departed. It is all routine, all normal, until she hears the frightened soul of a long dead teenager call out to her, and increasingly frequent visions of a man with bright green eyes begins to haunt her in both worlds. Something nefarious lies in wait, hidden between the fabric of two dimensions, and Abi must track down the dead boy before it’s too late, the both of them the only ones capable of stopping what threatens to bring carnage from the dead to the living.

Genre

YA/Supernatural/Urban Fantasy/Elements of Horror

P.O.V

First person (for now anyway)

Series or Standalone

Duology

Status

Outlining

Word Count

About 80,000

WIP (Re-)Introduction | The Dead are Bitter (working title)

Imelda once asked me if I ever felt afraid of my connection to the Afterlife; if I ever tossed and turned at night thinking of my own mortality, my own finality. I said I had never, because the spark of humanity is never completely extinguished. Light and laughter carries on with the soul, memory keeps one alive even after death. And how scary could it be, really, to cross from one threshold to the next just as billions before I have done? Death is the sole constant of life, so it has been since the first moments of consciousness, and so it shall be until the last. It is not death that scares me, it is what comes after it.

Synopsis

When a near death experience as a child left Abilene Whitlow orphaned and vulnerable, she discovered her ability to cross between the land of the living, and the land of the dead. Now eighteen years old, she works at a shop run by a self-proclaimed psychic, performing seances and comforting mourners with messages from the deceased, while in dreams she walks with friends long since departed. It is all routine, all normal, until she hears the frightened soul of a long dead teenager call out to her, and increasingly frequent visions of a man with bright green eyes begins to haunt her in both worlds. Something nefarious lies in wait, hidden between the fabric of two dimensions, and Abi must track down the dead boy before it’s too late, the both of them the only ones capable of stopping what threatens to bring carnage from the dead to the living.

Genre

YA/Supernatural/Urban Fantasy/Elements of Horror

P.O.V

First person (for now anyway)

Series or Standalone

Duology

Status

Outlining

Word Count

About 80,000
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