Ghosts of my Imagination @imaginationxlost - Tumblr Blog

— A Writeblr Reintroduction

ABOUT ME

Hello! I’m Kendall (also found at my art blog @lostximagination or my personal @ttorturedpoetsdepartment). I hate my old intro so I remade it. Don’t mind me.

I’m twenty six years old, white, autistic and genderqueer. My pronouns are they/them.

I’m a part time college student while also working part time to pay for that without student loans. I basically always write some kind of fantasy; writing magic stuff is my jam, but I love all kinds of speculative fiction.

I also do a lot of interconnected stories that exist in the same universe because the world building that comes with it is so much fun, and creates new stories on it’s own.

Almost all of my main characters are queer to some degree, and many of them are neurodivergent!

Also also basically everything I write is released under the Shared Open Universe License (link on blog) because I believe no one person should have complete control over an idea.

FINISHED WORKS

Sparks: [ links in reblogs because tumblr is dumb about putting posts with links in tags ]

Twenty year old Issac Riley has grown up within a secret magical society, but the last thing he ever would have expected was for a girl from his non-magical college to be struck by lightning in front of him… and for her to turn out to be magical too, and for her to turn his whole life upside down, being tied to centuries old history in his family, which pushes him to reevaluate everything he’s ever known.

Anna Kahale didn’t know a thing about any magical society until she was struck by lightning. She was a perfectly ordinary nineteen year old girl, in Seattle for college. So strange occurrences following her everywhere after she was struck is extremely frustrating, and having to rely on a near stranger in Issac is not her favorite thing in the world… even if he is nice. But he’s infuriatingly mysterious, and she’d really rather her life go back to normal.

ACTIVE WORKS

Storms [direct sequel to Sparks]:

It’s hard to cope with the damage done by the Witch Hunter, Kevin Anderson, let alone the new responsibilities Issac has had thrust upon him. His life is falling apart around him. At the same time a world ending threat from centuries past is returning, but he just can’t deal with it. At least not alone.

Anna is still very new to the world of magic, but she’s very aware of the threat facing them and the entire mage community, and is trying to do everything to handle this herself, if Issac can’t.

Eyes Wide Open + it’s sequels:

Lucian Darnell was never a normal teenager, with his family's dark past hanging over him, and the demon attached to his soul tormenting him in an attempt to gain control of his body, but...

His life goes from bad to infinitely worse when another teenager dies, and he's the one to discover her body. With no memory of how he got there.

Terrified that he may have been the culprit, Lucian sets out to solve the case, if to just prove to himself that he's innocent, and he finds himself face to face with his family's past as the roots of this one death go much deeper than he ever imagined.

Sleepless + it’s sequel:

Ilario and Iecilia Heart were born in the magical world of Dreamland, as the Prince and Princess of the Heart Court in their home, but they were young children when everything went wrong. Their mother, the Queen, was killed by her own sister, Adriel, in a coup, and the two of them barely escaping with their bodyguard.

There was nowhere safe for them in Dreamland, as the Heart Court is the strongest of all the courts, and Adriel will stop at nothing to kill them, since they’re a threat to her position on the throne, and so they have to flee to another plane entirely, Earth.

More than a century later, Ilario and Iecilia are equivalently teenagers, and Adriel is closer to finding them than ever before.

Returning home would be beyond dangerous, and they’ve never even considered it a possibility, even as the threat from Adriel looms over them.

Lia doesn’t ever want to go back. She doesn’t even remember her home, and barely remembers her parents. She’s safe and happy on Earth, and the idea of having to go home and face her birthright as Queen and the murderous intent of her aunt terrifies her.

In contrast to that, Ilario remembers their home and their parents, and yearns to return, despite his own share of fears and insecurities. He longs to see his home again and free the people from Adriel’s reign. There are things on Earth he hates to leave behind, but that homesickness has never left him.

The choice is made for them by Adriel, as she leaves them no choice but to return to end her reign, or die trying.

Foggy Press Radio

Fogridge, California is small town, but their high school paper has a local radio show, and that is run by Liz Mason. Liz seen as a bit of an oddball in her town, seeing conspiracy and the supernatural around every corner, but could she be right? Something has never been quite right about Fogridge, and strange happenings seem to follow Liz wherever she goes. With Liz in her school radio show is the voice of reason and her adoptive brother Noah and another girl, Haley Greene.

The rest of the Shadowed Dreams Setting:

Shadowed Dreams is one of those interconnected settings I mentioned before, which includes Sparks & Storms as well. It’s.. like... a lot. A lot more than the others. I’ve talked about it at length. Link in the reblogs.

- The Fair Folk - Shadowed Souls - Quiet Days - Permafrost - Moonbeam - Omens + it’s sequel - Summer Moons - Dreams - Shadowed Dreams

#writeblr intro #writeblr #writing community #writblr #amwriting

headspace-hotel

Everyone tell me about your creative projects and the stories you are making...I want to hear about them

Be sure to include the reasons they are making you insane

headspace-hotel

with no exceptions every single reply to this post sounds like the coolest thing ever

all y'all are awesome holy shit never stop writing and creating !!!!!

imaginationxlost

I’m writing a magic school series that’s about queer people and also the downfall of fascism and imperialism through community ties and mutual aid. With an absolutely insane amount of world building.

Oh and look! I made one of the critters from it!

#this is a terrible elevator pitch but I’m at work

lestappenforever

As someone who has been writing since she was a kid, has a degree in English, and has been using the em dash (—) in her work for two fucking decades, the use of the em dash being one of the most common signs of AI generated fics and texts is infuriating.

I will not let AI deter me from using one of my favorite forms of punctation, and I hope every single AI software crashes and burns for trying to discredit the writing of actual human beings by implementing the frequent use of em dashes in its pathetic "content".

If you see an em dash in any sort of writing of mine, please rest assured that AI has had no fucking part in creating it.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

orpheuslament

boy i sure do love a character who is playing a Character. a character who you have to basically forcefully cut open to get a glimpse of who they actually are. bonus points if they themselves have no fucking clue because theyve been pretending for so long theyve forgotten who they are when theyre not

#Corven Beloved

Ok I’ll bite. Magical Girl Industrial Complex????

WIP folder list

I expected this one ahahah; that is certainly an intriguing title.

It's both classic magical girl stuff about the power of friendship and teamwork… and also INTENSELY anti-capitalist.

OKAY, so there's a malevolent evil force that's wrecking shit and it's the girl's job to stop it, classic stuff, very standard at first glance. It usually creates giant monsters to fight, but sometimes it pulls akuma shit. Varies some. The world would be fucked without the magical girls though; they live all over (in the west anyway, but that's where most of the attacks are anyway for… reeeeeeasons that I'll get to)

So, a lot of times they work alone in their own neck of the woods, taking down the evil where they are, and only work together when it's needed or for non fighting reasons; sponsor branding reasons, see below The thing is, their tools? They don't operate for free; the various transformation objects/weapons take a magical resource I've Yet To Name (I'm leaning towards something like "Auralite" that sounds peppy and marketable) and said resource is extremely expensive The magical girls have sponsors and to even be able to keep saving the world, they basically have to act like advertising mascots for their various corporate sponsors. And publicity events are the main reason they're ever brought together at the start of the story So. Power of Friendship story. SO THE CORPORATIONS ARE FULL OF SHIT, no surprise there. The yet-unnamed resource does do what they say it does, but the thing is, they didn't make the artifacts. The reason that they don't work without the resource is because none of the girls are friends, because they're powered by the power of friendship and comradery, and the corporations know that; they keep them apart on purpose and purposefully sow division because it's good for their bottom line. Well guess what the corporations have some control over it, using the very same yet-unnamed-magical-substance They have since almost the very beginning, the very first magical girls contained it, and the corporations have been hiding that because the new status quo was good for their bottom line Well, that all falls apart when the damn thing escapes And so the girls (and Owen) have to actually work together and become friends and the corruption gets exposed and pooooower of friendship also in how cooperation is the way to make things better in the world and fuck the profit motive And… the evil force only acts in the west? Where the girls live? How convenient that, huh? Yeah, no, the reason the attacks only happen in proximity to the girls is because the companies control it. They hold the original sealed force, and do controlled leaks of the energy to basically be advertising. And and they actually derive the magic power source from the contained evil. Oh also, the evil was created by and powered by collective human discord.

Here's art of a couple of the magical "girls" (quotes because Owen isn't actually a girl but still).

#story: Magical Girl Industrial Complex #I have blatant expys of real corporations as the sponsors

Also Cold Hearted, I don't recognize that one either

WIP folder list

How do I explain this one. It's... not a novel. It's not a novel, but it is a fictional story. I have outlines started for it and some character art. I have a plot and characters I adore.

Okay so it's. It's a murder mystery that is intended to be told through the medium of a visual novel dating sim. [Player] Rowan arrives at this magic university in the mountains right before it has an intense annual freeze that makes it impossible to come or go for several months. And part of the Bit is that all the Important characters express an interest in them (whether the player returns that affection is up to them; the romance elements can, in fact, be ignored if the player so chooses, though not building "intimacy" with the characters can make later mystery solving harder) setting but the dating sim framing. [Player] Rowan is here because it's their missing father's alma mater and they were wanting to find clues about where he might be.

And while they're all frozen here, boom, genre shift: a murder happens. And so now the player has to solve a murder. This is a multiple ending story and my outline is an actual nightmare.

Anyway, here's some character art, going for something more anime-esk than my usual style:

#story: cold hearted

Oooooh Death Spiral? I haven't heard of that one yet.

WIP folder list

Had I not talked about this one? Wow okay

The three main characters, Song Dai (戴/代颂) (she/her), Solette Alston (she/her), and Athene Farzan (they/them).

The title is about the figure skating move and is like, a whole metaphor for trusting someone else with your safety.

The cover I currently have (and I really like it so it's probably staying).

A snippet:

Chapter One Escape December 31st, 2018 I step into the night, and the world swallows me whole. The air is sharp, cold against my skin, but I don’t stop moving. I can’t. My breath comes in short bursts, visible in the glow of the streetlights, and my legs shake beneath me as I force them forward, step after step, away from the only home I’ve ever known. The door behind me remains closed, the lock unturned. I didn’t break it. I didn’t force my way out. I left it exactly as it was. A perfect exit. No sign of struggle. No trace of hesitation. Mr. Anderson would appreciate my tidiness. The care. They all would. Cato is always so well-behaved. The one left behind to watch me hadn’t thought twice about drinking himself into a stupor. The others had gone out, trading off their watch for a night of indulgence. New Year’s Eve. A night for celebration. A night where I had encouraged them to enjoy themselves. Just this once. Just to relax. Just a little push, a quiet seed of trust planted over the years they’ve been with me. They never even considered I’d leave. I’m not coming back, though. Little obedient Cato is gone. Even thinking the name makes my skin crawl now. From hereon out, I am Athene. From the goddess who knew too much — or maybe not enough. I picked it myself. Quietly. Secretly. Athene knows how to survive. I shove my hands deeper into the coat’s pockets — stolen, of course. A plain brown thing, too big for my thin frame, drowning me like a shield I can hide in. Enough to keep the cold away for now, when combined with my thin cardigan. My knees knock together under loose, gray pants, and my brown boots, only worn around the house before, feel heavy, like they’re trying to keep me rooted to the spot. This night has been months in the making. Locked away, I spent 90% of my time reading whatever books I could convince my ‘teachers’ to give me. A book on magic tricks, of all things, came in handy. I played up my naivety, pretending I just wanted to recognize ‘fake magic’—the kind magicians use—so I wouldn’t be fooled into thinking it was ‘the Devil’s work’ from real spellcasters. They ate it up, never suspecting I wanted to learn the sleight-of-hand tricks for myself— perfect for the deception I needed to pull this off. Carefully stolen items, little by little, tricking my “teachers” into thinking they had simply lost things, since I was never out of sight when those things disappeared. A backpack, a coat, gloves, $100-odd in cash assembled in small bills, and most importantly—keys. Particularly the key. The one that unlocked the internal on the front lock that kept me in. The one I palmed weeks ago, practicing the motion of slipping it into my sleeve with other small things over and over before I actually attempted the lift, the weight of it a silent promise. Now, it’s happening. I’m outside, and there’s no turning back. My feet hit pavement, and suddenly I am free. My first time. Ever. My heart hammers against my ribs, the rush of blood roaring in my ears. Brooklyn hums with life—cars rushing past, voices floating from open windows, footsteps tapping against pavement. The city is breathing, alive, chaotic in ways I was never prepared for. It’s so much louder than I imagined. The walls of my childhood home—my prison—were thick, the windows sealed. Outside was always an idea, a picture through glass, not a reality. Now it’s real. Too real. My stomach clenches.

I pull the hood of the stolen coat lower over my face, shrinking inward as I move through the streets. People barely glance at me, too wrapped up in their own lives, their own destinations. Laughter spills from a group near a food cart, the scent of something fried drifting through the air. The world moves in a chaotic rhythm, each person following an invisible pattern I don’t understand. I feel untethered, an outsider watching something I was never meant to be part of. I’m just another figure in the night, another stranger on New Years. Unremarkable. No one here knows my name. No one calls me Cato. I shudder at the thought. I need to keep moving. The plan is simple. Get to Manhattan. Get lost in the holiday crowds. Disappear. But already, doubt creeps in. I don’t know the city. I don’t know the streets, the subways, the way people move with such practiced ease. Everything feels alien. I feel alien. Then, suddenly—too suddenly—I hear them. A pair of voices, too familiar, too close. My blood turns to ice, hands tightening on the straps of my stolen backpack, full of books. Hunters. My other two teachers. I have time before they notice me gone; they’ll think me asleep until morning. But not if I’m caught out here. I don’t think. I just run. Feet pounding against pavement, heart slamming into my throat. I duck between people, slip past moving cars, pulse racing as I bolt down the subway stairs, my breath coming too fast. Not now. Not yet. I weave through the crowd, forcing myself to slow, to blend in, to keep my steps measured even as panic claws at my throat. Mr. Anderson doesn’t know I’ve left. Not yet. But if his men find me, I won’t have a chance to disappear.

#story: Death Spiral #fun fact: I had to make the e accented on my pinterest board for this one because pinterest didn't like the word death #and I'm just like. IT'S THE FIGURE SKATING MOVE NSJHNJHd

Tagged by: @wingedarrows

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it.

Oh geeze, okay. Split across three folders actually (two original fiction, one of which is cloud hosted to work from my phone, and one fanfiction) but uh. Also I did *folders* in my WIP folders, because I tend to organize by subfolders and I build up a lot of documents for my wips. So some of these have subfolders of their own (i.e. Storms is a subfolder of Sparks)

Cold Hearted

Death Spiral

Corrupted Soul

Eyes Wide Open

Foggy Press Radio

Historical Truths

Liberty or Death

Moonbeam

Omens

osots

Passing

permafrost

Pinecone Players

quiet days

Sleepless

Sparks

Summer Moons

The Fair Folk

Arcane

Be Nimble

Changing Yesterday

Echos

Great Oceans Above

Heartline

HH

Kayra

Magical Girl Industrial Complex

Mayca and Kalrin

Moonlight

Revolution

Serpent in the Garden

Steamheart AI

Weathering the Elements

Whale Song

Winter

Fanfics that I love and are gathering dust but I WILL return to them one day

Danny Phantom rewrite

PV universe

School-Live! Season 2

Spidey fic to be named

Dollhouse

Fallen Star

Lets go home 2.0

SU/Pokemon Crossover

Yosei

Eigma

*PERSEVERE WITH INTEGRITY

Tagging: Uh. No, oh god no. Just do it if you want.

#idk what to tag this.#I need to be active again

ashtrayangell

i think that childhood best friends to enemies trope is the most tragic thing to ever exist bc like. we’ve both done unspeakable things to each other and there’s no getting back to what we were at the start of this but there’s a part of me that still knows you like no one else could ever possibly know you. the whole idea of trust and devotion turned to a mutual, burning hunger to destroy each other. I hate you this much because i loved you this much. drives me insane.

#story: historical truths

glassfrogforest

lostximagination

11/8/24

-

It was just a few scant months ago that Issac Riley and Anna Kahale met with a literal lightning strike. A lot happened very quickly, and the both of them are still adjusting to the changes in their lives.

Anna has to learn to control her newfound magic, and Issac has to deal with the drastic changes to his life from finding out he was the legendary magical figure known as the Master.

Kevin Anderson is still at large, leaving the both of them in grave danger, especially Issac, as he’s still recovering from his last encounter with the dangerous witch hunter.

This is made much worse as threats from the far past are returning, and quickly… And as the first Master in centuries, it’s on Issac to deal with them, and defeat the returning Darkness before it gets too strong. Can he handle the pressure, even with Anna’s help, or will he crack under the strain, and potentially doom the world with him?

-

First book's ebook is free until release day

lostximagination

11/8/24

-

It was just a few scant months ago that Issac Riley and Anna Kahale met with a literal lightning strike. A lot happened very quickly, and the both of them are still adjusting to the changes in their lives.

Anna has to learn to control her newfound magic, and Issac has to deal with the drastic changes to his life from finding out he was the legendary magical figure known as the Master.

Kevin Anderson is still at large, leaving the both of them in grave danger, especially Issac, as he’s still recovering from his last encounter with the dangerous witch hunter.

This is made much worse as threats from the far past are returning, and quickly… And as the first Master in centuries, it’s on Issac to deal with them, and defeat the returning Darkness before it gets too strong. Can he handle the pressure, even with Anna’s help, or will he crack under the strain, and potentially doom the world with him?

-

First book's ebook is free until release day

#story: Sparks #sequel: Storms #character: Issac Riley #if the promo price isn't there yet don't shop on amazon or wait until morning #I only set it like half an hour ago and it takes time for Draft2Digital to send it in #I haven't set up the promotion on Amazon's back end yet because I hate Amazon's back end #FOUR YEARS TO EDIT THIS BEAST #I had the first draft done when I published Sparks #and it took FOUR YEARS to edit this. goddamn #the link for Storms isn't working but I swear I have it set up on Draft2Digital #Will probably be up in the morning #but it's not actually out until the 8th #i never did finish posting snippets from every chapter #it’s a long one.

gentleaffirmations

Even if you were a difficult child, you didn't deserve to be hurt.

gentleaffirmations

I hope this message reaches all the neurodiverse and disabled people who were made to feel like their abuse was justified because they had "behaviors".

While this message is true for every child, you are who I had in mind when I wrote it.

#character: Steven Riley

the-end-society

You know how tumblr @staff post lots of tumblr artwork like every week. Well i think they should set a day or two aside for the writers of tumblr.

reblogbinge

If this gets 5000 notes if could persuade @staff

reblogbinge

@drchenquill @winterandwords @mundanemoongirl @illarian-rambling @discoscoob @lilithlinen @treedaddymcpuffpuff @johnwickb1tsch @casuallyobssessed @ghcstpyre @ghostoffuturespast @littlemisslomax @y2kbbie @eulogybaby @thewhumpcaretaker @gea-chan96 @reallongwire @ridingreeves @persephone411 @pink3princess @97keanu @fernpetals @juniperwoodwell @babsharrison @nightmare-bean @baublekute @joelmillerisapunk @joelslegalwhre @thundermartini @the-mandawhor1an @hellishjoel @wintrwinchestr@almostempty@whocaresstillthelouvre @fhatbhabiee @ozarkthedog @pedropeach @tonysopranosrobe @moonlitbirdie @joelstummy @beardedjoel @punkshort @toxicanonymity @yorksgirl @guiltyasdave @sizzlingcloudmentality @writing-with-melon @cwritesfiction @magic-is-something-we-create @rains-inky-mind @viscerawrites @avrablake @my-cursed-prince or anybody

drchenquill

that would be neat! let's get those notes!

@the-golden-comet , @theink-stainedfolk , @paeliae-occasionally , @frostedlemonwriter , @leahnardo-da-veggie

@fablesandfragments , @rivenantiqnerd , @kaylinalexanderbooks , @kaeru483 , @kind-lion ,

@kuebiko-writing , @the-inkwell-variable , @the-inkwell-variable , @thecomfywriter , @laureleavess

@idonthaveapenname , @ink-enchanted , @inseasofgreen , @oliolioxenfreewrites , @orphanheirs

@holfelderwrites124 , @happypup-kitcat24 , @harps-for-days , @glacialfield , @gwens-fiction ,

@finickyfelix , @satohqbanana , @sableglass , @poethill , @ddgraywrites

@xenascribbles , @fantasywriternimzy, @somethingclevermahogony and everyone that sees this!

*whispers* Storms’ final draft is done

all-the-bones-ever-deactivated2

this hit me like a truck

morriganwarrior

can-i-make-image-descriptions

[Image IDs: Image #1: Automated tweet from @/ kreophagos reading: the hands that cradled your face and tilted it upwards to kiss your forehead are soaked in unfathomable quantities of blood.

Image #2: Question from A reading: But they cradled me, yes?

Image #3: Text reading: "Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway." -Edgar Allan Poe /End IDs]

#character: Sam Noble #character: Conrene Alderman

quinnjgraham

I know this is the website where we talk about artists and writers doing anything other than making art or writing, but man, we REALLY undersell how good it feels to actually work on your stuff.

Like you hit your word count for the first time in a week and its like

Trending Blogs

Recently Viewed Blogs

Ghosts of my Imagination