Leave him. Amaury tells himself.

Any weathered sailor, or anyone with any sort of knowledge of the sea, takes the ruby dusted clouds as a warning.

Carefully drawn eyebrows pinch together and Inagaki takes a frustrated drag from her kiseru.

Everything crumbles, any resolve washes away. She sobs into his chest, clutching at him with white knuckles.

“Last I heard, Hauenstein, you’ve never had anything to lose in the first place. Unless the Arcantum has suddenly decided to raise your wages to be worth an inheritance.”

“A lone shipwreck, Hannes? That’s hardly a strange sight for the Rift,” Lamoury said offhandedly.

Cautious not to disturb the argeometer, Ezra drew the revolver hidden in his coat, bone handle a familiar weight in his hand, and rose to his feet.

Each rib was apparent beside the next, the notches of its spine stark enough to count. Fungi sprouted along a weeping split in its abdomen.

hello sluts(affectionate) i’m back again with another reintro. i’m gabby/metro/chesha, i don’t have a preference so i’m ok with any of these names (‾◡◝). i go by she/they/thon pronouns, again no preference for one or the other really. i’m a queer writer and artist who’s been using tumblr since 2012, now i’m 22 and i have no idea whats going on half the time! i create mainly scifi, fantasy, and queer content!

i work as a librarian clerk and occasionally as a starbucks barista when not playing videogames, writing, or drawing. other than that, i enjoy reading and trying to pick up new hobbies (like crochet, cooking, other crafts)

my hyperfixations are constantly shifting, but i will always have a soft spot for star trek, the band ghost, hannibal, tmnt, star wars (mandalorian my beloved), and dc/marvel heroes. i love animal facts and get emotional over them (i have cried over shark tiktoks). i can and will spend hours watching/listening to lets plays while i draw because lineart and stippling are my personal hell <3

a high fantasy wip following the heirs of multiple kingdoms as they slowly unravel old lies and new treacheries the generations before them have put in place.

As the threat of war begins to send their kingdom into a spiral, princesses Sybil and Kinitere Everan decide to take the risk their parents won’t and travel across the continent to try and rectify past mistakes, only to realize the current rulers are more interested in digging themselves deeper into the grave they’ve dug than admit any wrong doings. As good as dead with no one but themselves and five other heirs trying to stop impending bloodshed, they make the last ditch effort to find old gods and magic that should be extinct.

powerpoint (to be redone)

a low fantasy adventure wip set in the golden age of piracy, where gods play games with mortal lives and life and death aren’t as strict as one is led to believe.

Fortune Ward, captain of Neptune’s Daughter, knows better than anyone the consequences of meddling in the affairs of others—and how the hands of fate tend to tug one’s life(and death) in uncertain directions. She would rather spend her days picking up strays left to die at sea and plunder from her enemies, but rarely does she get anything she wants. Instead, she ends up with Olive Byrde, a young woman as stubborn as she is quick witted, who seems to know less about herself the longer she’s on Fortune’s ship. Unfortunate circumstances force the two women to run straight into the water of the unknown to find the one thing on this earth that can kill the gods chasing them.

powerpoint (to be redone)

a hearth and gloom↴

a high fantasy wip following Wyshbiel, a half elf who is ready to sit back and watch as the world burns around her.

After years of depression, trauma, and abuse Wyshbiel and her farmland have crumbled into husks of their former selves. She is content to allow herself to slowly succumb time, isolated in her home that once had meaning for her. She is also content to allow three young orcs to stay on her land for only a month, in exchange they fix the decrepit farm. She does her best to lock them out and keep them a good warg’s length away, but somehow, whether she admits it or not, they begin to tear down her walls and rebuild a new home around her. All while the elven kingdoms grow closer to civil war.

powerpoint (pending!)

hello there , writeblr ! it’s almost 3 years since i joined this community and i’m slowly resurfacing here because i’m on uni break so i’m back ! [ psd by : @dayslily ]

• i’m harls , she/her , 19 , hong kong australian , and i write mainly spy fiction/thrillers ; i’m also a mod for @welcometowriteblr​ or you might know me from my main @blaxkpanther !
• when i’m not writing , i’m a uni student studying film and working my job in retail ( lol irl ). i like to spend my free time drinking coffee , watching shows , vibing to music (kpoppie lets go) , gaming , and chilling on vc with my friends xx
• some fun facts : my first language is cantonese , i’m multifandomed , movie soundtracks are my kryptonite with comics coming a close second , i’ve also been playing basketball for over a decade !

• knights. a neo-noir mystery thriller. [x]

the godfather of arkridge city has been murdered and no one knows who did it. with a multi-billion dollar inheritance and the fate of his kingdom on the line, the nine clemonte children must use all their daring as they are put to the test.

follow sera, aredhel, maribelle, and storm as they forge new relationships, unmask the culprit, and try to stay alive to earn the mantle before the killer brings the city to their knees. [draft 1 ver 3]

• sswip. spy fiction collab with @atelierwriting [x]

two estranged sisters, one world of espionage, and a whole lot of problems. game on, sis. [draft 2, re-outlining]

• kill your darlings. redacted fairytale retelling [x]

wake up, grab your sword, and conquer the world. with death literally on her doorstep, princess aurelia unwillingly teams up with kendra, a knight from the enemy kingdom, in an attempt to find an end to her curse. and maybe fulfil a destiny or two. [draft 1, half backburner]

• backburners. some wips living in a circle of hell

about nightmares (na urban fantasy) ; i to die, you to live (treasure hunting wip i miss her)

well if you have read this far , please , sit back and laugh at all the stupid shit i’ll eventually do or already have done . for taglists , feel free to send an ask !

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hiya ! i’m nicole, 19, she/her, occasional sci fi and fantasy writer. i’ve been on writeblr for about 4.5 years now (and isn’t that scary to think about), 1.5 years on this blog and 3 on @sprigofbasil before that. i figured that with the downfall of twitter i’d do a quick reintro to mark me hopefully becoming more active !

when i’m not writing, i’m a uni student studying (read: suffering through 😭) math and compsci. some of my other hobbies include art, piano, and crying over pictures of my cat bc i’m now away from her for 8 months a year.  

i will never shut up about the star wars prequels or about my favorite movie of all time: atlantis the lost empire <3 i’m also an arthuriana enjoyer and will probably assign you a kin if you ask. and as for other media, i like to watch multi-hour long video essays on books and shows i don’t know anything about, and trashy villainess webtoons will always hold a special place in my heart.

the last death of a god sparked a devastating, century-long holy war. this time, no one can even find its body.

the heir to disgraced nobility and once considered a child prodigy, ezra von hauenstein is meant to return his family name to its former glory. at least he would be, if not for a curse that promises to see him dead by the age of twenty-five. when a girl with blood as gold as his own claims to know the location of the lost god’s corpse, the remnants of the divine seem as fruitful a last-ditch cure as any—if the treacherous journey to obtain them doesn’t kill him first.

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vasilisa evgenievna is meant for greatness. as the third son, the foolish prince, ivan petrovich voronin is not. a shared quest for the mythical firebird brings vasilisa to a hut on chicken legs, her life in the balance of her tasks, while in an effort to outdo his older brothers, ivan finds he might have bitten off more than he can chew when his search brings him right into a ravenous wolf’s den.

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buried giants and the strangers within ↳ ya post-apocalyptic sci-fi

the quintessence of dust ↳ ya high fantasy, hamlet retelling

fragments of a porcelain crown ↳ ya high fantasy + dash of cosmic horror

your hunger bleeds into my skin seeping into my veins as if it's my life force;

• hi! im molly, 20, she/her. ive been on writeblr for a few years now but i figured its about time i throw myself back into the tumblr writing world !
• when im not writing im a student specialising in human rights and global politics
• if you ever want to yell about enemies to lovers (the best trope) im always here !!!
• my favourite book is the song of achilles; however, im also quite partial to pride and prejudice, the picture of dorian gray and also the seven husbands of evelyn hugo :)
• uhh im also a basketballer if that's cool hehe

• graces to the grave;

 Juliette allowed herself to breathe, to pretend that, even for just a moment, she wasn’t consumed by a legacy born in bloodshed. Victorian London is on the precipice of destruction. As civil war breaks out between the city’s most formidable gangs, Juliette Edevane finds herself with a daring mission: kill the leaders of the Bonellis and secure her position as heir to London’s underworld. But orchestrating the deaths of Ruth and Cassius Granville is not as simple as it may seem. 

Juliette is swept into a world of murder, magic, and marriage - where a wedding between her and a long-time rival may signify the line between success and failure in her mission. Armed with such an alliance, she must navigate the dangerous waters of a London built on the blood of gang rivalries, where betrayal and death hides around every corner. And yet, with her own heart on the line, she must confront where her true allegiances lie: with her gang, with her husband, or with those she once thought to be her greatest enemies.

• the further we fall;

It was at that moment I realised just how much of a tragedy love could be. To have loved without hope or comfort, to be separated by a metaphorical chasm of social class and indignity. Love had only ever caused my slave-born mother to feel great heartache, to reach and yearn for something she would always, and forever, be but a fingertips breadth from.

Icarus is a boy made of fire and brimstone, destined to never live up to his father's legacy. Growing up in the Cretan palace was everything a commoner like him could ever dream of; but night after night he falls asleep listening to the sounds of poor Asterion in the Labyrinth, another son born from cruelty, who screams and hollers for the love of his parents.

When the opportunity to help Ariadne and Theseus to break into the Labyrinth arises, Icarus throws himself headfirst into the task. He vows to be something more, something better, and yet his own traitorous actions threaten to come to light.

All little Icarus wanted was his father's approval. But how can a gods-cursed boy like him ever be someone worthy of love?

• mermaid wip [high fantasy little mermaid x sleeping beauty]
• elemental wip [high fantasy political intrigue]
• redacted wip [co-written secret work in progress]

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• about me page (x)
• asks (x)

• writing twitter (x)
• ao3 (x)
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• discord #shookmcchicken6969

Kneel before Welcome to Writeblr’s ninth NaNoWriMo event, where we take you to AD 932 at the court of Camelot. Inspired by Monty Python’s classic film, participants will be sorted into one of three teams: KNIGHTS, NOBLES, and WITCHES. You are welcome to join any team (though may be sorted into a different one for balance) to work together to reach your word counts. Those with the highest percentage of completion will be announced as the winners.

Like our previous crawls, we have prepared a spreadsheet of themed challenges to keep track of your goal, but it’s completely optional and we encourage anyone doing NaNoWriMo to join at any time. Word crawl challenges include sprints and timed writing exercises. Each person’s goal is to reach their HIGHEST PERCENTAGE OF COMPLETION by the end of the month. You MUST be a member of the server to participate. The event will run from NOVEMBER 1ST TO NOVEMBER 30TH.

🍑 bonus (thanks @wordsbynathan): which of your characters has the most “sexy baby” energy?