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୨ৎ 𓈒 i write as a hobby, but i want to make it into a career. beginner writer.
note : be aware, i don't post incredibly often, at least not when i have school. but i will try to push out work here and there and hopefully make more things that's worth a read. so please be patient, and please enjoy!
Staying motivated to write, even during breaks from school, is so difficult. Makes me worry that I'll barely have the motivation to work on it enough to make it into a career :'))
CONTENT WARNING: mention of suicide, death, war, mild sexual themes, religious trauma, internalized homophobia, etc. Continue reading with caution, nothing is written in specific detail. Not proofread.
᭡ Our last July ( not final title decision )
At an old University in England, students commonly attend the school for its great reputation within teaching Arts & Humanities and Social Sciences. Built in 1408 and turned into a school a hundred years after, the University stands proudly, stone walls, dark wooden details, marble flooring, and grand rooms with a beautiful look to it. The program offers an on-site living, and uniforms are commonly required as well. The year is 1961, and a new semester has begun. Together, a group of friends all decide to attend the same University, having known each other since year 12, they all took the same path of education even if it meant some would miss out on their actual dreams. They simply wanted to stay together, despite the risks.
Their first year went by fine, though they all felt how their dynamics began to change the older they got. But, at the introduction to a professor, things began looking up for the group again. Juliana, one of the girls in the friend group, felt particularly hopeful when listening to what the man had to say. However, other parts of her life had weighed down on her for far too long, and just as her romance with the future painter, Oliver, something in her snaps. After visiting home for Easter, Juliana never returns to the University, and it takes a few days before Macy-Anne, Juliana's long-time childhood friend, is told the reason. During the early night hours of Good-Friday, Juliana had shot herself on the porch of her parent's house. News which instantly triggered the crumbling of the otherwise close friend group.
The unspoken relationship between the friends Calloway and Vincent grows more strained, and what was supposed to become something warm and loving, grew hateful and split up. The rift between the two boys only caused a greater strain between the group, and when some couldn't handle it any longer—they left. Oliver was out the door when his grief was too great, and the fighting got to him. Through multiple semesters, everything falls apart, and some things become too crumbled to repair.
The story is centered around the aftermath of Juliana's death, how the friend group attempts to stick together through the rough patches, and how it eventually leads to them splitting. It included trauma following into adulthood, tragic romance, internalized homophobia, and how worries eventually destroy what good they had.
Current characters within the friend group include Juliana Hawthorne, Oliver Taylor Appleton, Matthew Lennon, Calloway Anderson, Macy-Anne Gatsby, Vincent Riordsan, and the professor, Reid Granger.
Current romances include Juliana Hawthorne with Oliver Taylor Appleton, and Calloway Anderson with Vincent Riordsan.
Novel is currently being very slowly worked on, but has not reached far into the first draft at all.
᭡ Unnamed/Tragic fantasy triology ( title is still in the works )
In the great, vast lands, (not yet named), there is a lack of order and each race seem to keep to themselves. However, after centuries of uncertainty and unease between one another, the ancient races feel as if they must get back what once was theirs. The missing objects of greatness, some belonging to the elves, some to the humans, some to the dwarves, and some to the vampire; perhaps the objects belong to nobody at all, and that is why they have remained missing for all these years. Still, the many kingdoms grow restless, even those who do not yearn for fantastical objects that may carry an unnatural greatness. And after the Great Dwarven kingdoms has a son born, half human and half dwarf, the world realizes that the order of their world is off balance.
Vilrí, the half-breed Prince, knows he is not as worthy to the kingdom as his dwarven brother and sister; he yearns to make both his family and his kingdom proud. And after the death of his mother, The Dwarven Queen, the boy began his training, working to become something great, a warrior that the people could look up to. Just as he became of age, the elves began to murmur of starting their project of searching for the missing objects, and the Dwarven kingdom instantly decided to start their project first. Vilrí put himself up for the job, and without much hesitance, his half-brother and another well-trusted and more experienced dwarf stepped up to the job beside him. They soon started their adventure, with troops of other dwarves searching elsewhere. But, the further they walked, the half-breed found himself against the competition mindset, soon deciding that working alongside other, willing races wouldn't be a bad idea.
This is how the three dwarves stumble upon the elvish woman, Enanian, who lived as an outcast at the egde of one of the elvish regions. Her loneliness clouded her judgement, and despite not caring for the company nor the items they searched for, she joined their group. Not long after, they met a distressed man, his wings puffed up and his grief heavy upon his back. The avian, Vatineus, who had recently lived through the death of his human lover, Heimaer. And after the eldest dwarven brother almost cruelly used the items as a trick to convince the man to help, the avian joined their team as well. It was only when they finally had began on their journey, properly this time, that Vilrí stumbled upon a woman whilst he the group set up camp for the night in unknown territories. The area was marked off as un-claimed on every map, where a thick forest without treasure or importance simply led to the frozen mountains which were inhabitable. The woman, though hostile at first, introduced herself as Amísra, abandoned by her friends in unfamiliar woods. Despite his better judgement, the half-dwarf accepted her with open arms, even as the team looked weary at her approach.
The story follows the group, three dwarves, one avian, one elf, and a vampire, on the search for the lost objects of greatness that the ancient races seem to desire. And through three books, the story shows how jealousy kills the mind, how being different is looked down upon, and how greed, no matter the reason, will always fail you in the end. Through lies and betrayal, death and sacrifice, but most importantly love and undying trust, the group all go together. Though not all are lucky enough to find out if they succeed in the end or not, those who stay long enough to meet the final battle may regret it once they stand before the crowd with a singular blade.
Current characters within the group include Amísra Vermuelen, Vilrí Thaldruminssun, Thorvun Thaldruminssun, Enanian Matasvintha, Rofir Toregrassun and Vatineus Sabrionua. And other important-to-note side characters include Heimaer Emëlssen, Nikanör Waalorn, Karanhashi Malumdotur, Nevise Rûvyn, and Môrdrin Thaldruminsdotin.
Current romances include Amísra Vermuelen with Vilrí Thaldruminssun, Vatineus Sabrionua with Heimaer Emëlssen, and Nevise Rûvyn in an unknowing love triangle of sorts with Nikanör Waalorn and Karanhashi Malumdotur.
Novel is currently being very slowly worked on, but has not reached far into the first draft at all.
᭡ Unnamed/Supernatural boarding school ( title is still in the works )
Within a somewhat smaller town known as Riverroad, stands a beautiful group of buildings. It's believed that the town used to be larger, with wealthy houses lining the streets and connecting people of an upper class. But with no public historical record, the building remain old, mysterious and a wonder to gaze upon. Turned into a boarding school at some point in the 1920s, it has become a great pride for the town; where those who can afford it send their children, or wealthier folks from other cities send their children in hopes of it keeping them focused on their schoolwork. But despite all the joy it was bringing the town, it had always been a strange place, perhaps explaining why not many came to stay in the humble town. Plagued by something that none have been able to explain, strange things has continued to happen for centuries, yet nobody speaks of it, all who live there accepting it quietly without question.
It's at some point around the late 90s to early 2000s, and a group of girls have been attending the school since their early teen years. Normal teenage girls, some from around town and some from other cities, attempting to find a way to enjoy their years at the boarding school. Because, if we are being honest, the buildings themselves being beautiful doesn't mean it's fun being there. Though picking up on simple small-town gossip was fun, it just hadn't been enough.. but after the mysterious death of one of their professors, the gossip began to sound more interesting and less like silly ghost stories. With a newfound curiosity, the girls found themselves slowly exploring small mysteries to figure out if there was any truth to it at all. And after one too many strange experiences, they became full-blown believers.
Since then, the girls continued to explore the school and later the cities strange qualities. Coming across secret messages scribbled behind peeling wallpaper, ugly candles left burning in the 'no-access' basements, and whispers among students that nobody seemed to recognize. They quickly came to realize that they were not equipped for how large the problems really were, but it was already too late to turn back when they had gotten that far.
The story follows the girls, around three or four (exact number is undecided for now), being met with supernatural discoveries and things they don't yet understand. Through possessed professors, occulist students and secret rituals to be found.. they explore the classic and expected ghost stories, to the strange and obscure things they don't expect. With underlying romances, friendship betrayals, and a fear of the unknown, the girls learn more about the peculiar town they're in within their short while of exploring than they had learnt all their years there.
Current characters within the group are unnamed, but include a pair of roommates and two other of their friends. As well as male students from the other school building, though they play lesser roles.
Novel has currently not began writing phase yet, planning is still going on before first draft will be started on.
᭡ Unnamed/Southern queer romance ( title is still in the works )
Near the countryside, between spaced-out houses, farms and local towns, making friends was rather difficult. Many of the residents in town were older folks, and those families who had kids usually had already raised them, and they'd either left for school or life, or were old enough to work on farms and in shops like the rest of their family. But, when two separate families in the area had kids around the same time period, there was a slightly bigger chance of friendship. Two sons, one from farm-owners and one from one of the local shops, bound to be friends in the otherwise boring place they called home.
It was the 50s, and money seemed tight for the area, running farms became all the more stressful in hopes of making extra coin, and many sent their younger family off to study and get better jobs. The two boys, however, seemed carefree and without any of the worries that plagued their parents. They grew up side by side, always in each others space, always running off somewhere and laughing behind trees. But, as childhood became teenage years, maybe the lack of girls did something, or maybe it simply was whatever felt right to them. The dark-haired farmers boy felt it first, and stares began to linger, playful touches grew warm and almost unsure, and things remained unsaid for far too long. The light-haired shop-owners son pretended he didn't see it, his family went to church, his cross always hung around his neck. He pretended to be blind to it, even as he felt his own heart stutter at every glance.
An accidental and half-unsaid confession turned to rejection, and at the older age of teenagers ready to live their lives, it created a split between them. Their friendship grew awkward and almost pained, even more so when the dark-haired boy took the rejection so hard shoved his feelings deep down into his chest. He met a woman, and before long they were married. The light-haired boy felt an indescribable sort of shame as he sat at the wedding, even more so afterwards, and as he felt like no matter where he'd go in town he wouldn't escape the feeling—he left. He took up traveling, and he went far, living on the road and seeing every corner of the states that he could reach. Never once looking back, no matter how many dreams he had of his old friend that haunted him. The dark-haired boy stayed in town, took up a few short years in the military, before he took on the responsibility of taking care of the family-farm, and he attempted to find and keep happiness in his marriage.
It lasted a few years, until life stabbed him in the back and the woman, light-haired and kind-hearted, passed from sickness before they'd ever had children or lived out their lives together. Haunted by a town that kept growing smaller, with old, cranky residents and no sign of God anywhere to help them out—the dark-haired man practically took the nearest path to falling off the deep end. The town began to dislike the farm-owner, despite the fact that his gave the most and best products out to the people, as his demeanor became gloomy and he always seemed angry at everything. He drowned himself with working and taking care of the farm, went out hunting by himself to calm down, and smoked till he was certain it'd kill him. The last thing he'd ever expect was to see a familiar face return to town before his bitterness swallowed him whole.
Traveling had continued on for too long, and the light-haired man felt he was perhaps getting too old for this. He returned to the home he knew the best, despite the fact that his folks had long since passed or moved out of town. The two men bumping into each other at the towns market and giving awkward greetings without recognizing the other at all. It took a few more whispers among curious old ladies, and a few to many glances at old photos they both held onto, to realise who the other man was. Shock turned to disbelief, then anger, then perhaps something along the lines of regret—though not before they'd fought it out like frustrated teenagers. Apologies weren't properly said, and suddenly living in the same town again felt like a constant torture. It'd take another few years before the light-haired man finally decided that he had been blind for far too long, and with a knock on the farmer-owners door, old bitterness in a ruined friendship became something heated. Frustration and wordless apologies said through being pushed up against walls, insults and curses between shared oxygen, and way too many years of longing for something they'd been taught was wrong.
The story follows the two men from their youngest teenage years, to well into their adulthoods. With themes of small-town judgement, religious beliefs turned to internalized homophobia, abandonment, and angry making-up between long-time friends. It's bitten-down pains, misunderstandings, and yearning for something they believed was wrong to want.
Current characters within the story are unnamed, but includes the two male characters, the widowers wife, and family or friends important to the storyline.
Novel has currently not began writing phase yet, planning is still going on before first draft will be started on.
᭡ Unnamed/Small-town vampire struggle ( title is still in the works )
In the region of Varou, you'll find Varou Valley, where plots of lands are large and mountains are larger. The smaller population in the town lives between dense, unexplored woods, and large, ancient mountains. Their culture was rich on religion, farming, stories, and hand-made everything. The year is unspecified and the world around the town is unfamiliar to the one we know it as. Their valley is humble, and it's theirs—and they do not want anybody to mess with the peace the town has held for all these years. The town was old, the landscape was older, and legends and fairytales were whispered among the people like daily gossip. Children learned to never stray from paths, and the few visitors or hiking-tourists they got learned to follow the rules lest they lose their lives.
The town relies on their farming, as well as their coal and silver mines. Though they also sell certain kinds of fish that may be difficult to get in the area. Their economy is half-decent, it is not a large, wealthy town, but they're hard working and it has lasted for centuries—it won't die just yet. The religion is engraved into them, and many of them believe that they are safe from the fairytales and ghost stories that linger in the dark because of it. But their beloved pastor nor their beloved Goddess can keep them safe when the creatures finally find their way into the town, taking over and biting through their safety before any of them even realise it's happening. The vampires. Creatures lurking in from the dark, from towns that nobody spoke of because they were already taken over by their kind. The ancient people of Varou and the nearby regions were aware, they didn't consider the creatures fairytales, but rather a real, dark part of humanity.
The natives, or at least the ones with the guts to, attempted to find or perhaps hunt down these creatures, but they were always too late. Even the least charismatic vampire somehow always found a place to crawl into, somebody to lean on who were dumb enough to blindly trust them. And so, the Valley didn't see it happen before it was too late. Within the span of four years, great changes had happened, but none had noticed them. With the town having largely spread out houses and farms with big plots of land, neighbors only spoke when they met at markets or if they had something to say or give to one another. Even if the town was large in size, the community wasn't large in numbers—every face was familiar. Certain residents suddenly acted a bit more strange, though barely anybody notices, mild suspicions at most. It wasn't until one of the residents in the town met a vampire and survived that she, at the very least, understood what was infecting their town.
Farm-animals or deer found dead with no logical animal to put to blame, religious books found missing or dirty with something red, cracked windows that never get fixed, more inexplainable sounds from the mountains and forests, and so on. Everything came crashing down at last when their cherished place of worship burned down in the night, and one man, the ex-military man, was found dead—brutal and bloodied. Panic filled the town and within a few short hours, people were hiding in their homes and hoping for the best; whilst they believed that devils were at their doors. One door, however, remained open, though it was only for one person.
The kind but brave-hearted daughter of a farmer, the one who cried when animals were slaughtered, but pointed out unfairness and issues within the community. She lived in her own home, though frequently helped her old father with keeping the farm-business going. She'd felt the change in the town long before the rest, every night was spent paranoid as the forest and the night seemed to watch her. Her suspicions became confirmed when she met a man at the road back home one morning; a young man, supposedly the son of one of the land-owners, the wealthy ones who bought large plots of land and hadn't yet used them for anything. He was awfully kind, awfully handsome, and almost too interested in having a chat. She met him again, again and again—a deeper part of her already recognizing the feeling it gave her. She recognized his face from the woods, she saw the glint to his teeth when he smiled, and she smelled his cologne on the porch when she opened the door in the morning. But, despite her better judgement, she wasn't truly afraid.
The moment he found out she knew who—or what—he was, he grew more confident, he came closer, he watched from places she could see. And he stood silently the day she finally opened the door at night and looked back at him. Nights upon night of watching turned to her testing him, seeing what actually made the creature tick, what actually bothered it, and what did nothing at all. She wouldn't call it love in her own words, but there was still something almost romantic or at the very least erotic about it. She pulled the secrets out of him, and he gave them forth without question, even more so after the day she let him into her home for one night—and one night only. The horrors swallowed the town, and she finally began to seem unsure, and uncertainty that the creature at her door couldn't quite handle. He would rather die than let his own kind lay a finger on her—but he was hungry, and he was aware of the sort of creature he was made to be.
The story generally follows the town and how it functions, and the life of the main character—the farmers daughter—before and during the four years of change. It shows how underlying wants can be dangerous, it shows how the corrupt can still be corrupted more, and how the perverse may still be wonderful to the right people.
Current characters within the story are unnamed, but includes local towns-people, the vampires, and the close family and relations of the main characters, etc. It's important to note that vampires in this particular story are not affected by all of the usual myths. Running water, religious symbols, sunlight, and such does nothing. But they cannot enter places without permission, and are somewhat sensitive to silver if in a weakened state.
Novel has currently not began writing phase yet, planning is still going on before first draft will be started on.
PLEASE NOTE: some of the information or exact plot ideas may change over time, but are as they are as of right now. moodboards or images may not perfectly represent stories, but rather simply include a few photos i thought of as fitting. some stories are more heavily described than others, but that does not necessarily mean that the books will be longer.
