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about me
reverie , 19 , she/her , indian , studying at university , writer , poet , reads occasionally , anxious and professional overthinker , bisexual disaster , has the feminine urge to live in a cottage with her bf in the woods and befriend the woodland creatures and make flower crowns
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i am a simple girl i seek academic validation and get absolutely destroyed when i don’t receive it
ABOUT;
Hey guys, I guess I'm a writeblr now?
This blog has been many things over the past however many years since its inception, and now that I'm actually writing the stories I've been daydreaming about, I've decided this blog will help me in that process.
A little about me; my name is Elliot Hound (pen name), call me Elle or Hound, I'm 22, my pronouns are she/her/they, I'm queer, a uni student and I've had an unhealthy obsession with lord of the rings since I was a small child. I live in New Zealand, I own too many books and I recently got sunburnt (please send your sympathies).
I love the fantasy genre, reading and writing, and like every other queer book nerd on here, I devour anything with a found family trope like its chocolate.
I might post my first draft to wattpad so people can read it, unless anyone has a better suggestion/site?
MY MAIN WORK;
An Unhallowing Of Magicians
- Set in a Britain born from an alternate history to the one we know, one subtly shaped by the influence of magic. The year is 1887, the city of London is being plagued by a series of magical deaths that threaten to expose the Magical World to the Mundane. On the trail is an unpowerful boy from a powerful bloodline, a cursed American, a girl who reaches into the soul of anyone she touches, a magical scientist, the heir of a powerful Den and a man literally just trying to do his job.
- Gaslamp Fantasy, LGBT+ Characters, Murder Mystery
OTHER;
My askbox is open :)
I'll be posting snippets of my writing, edits and aesthetics of my works, reblogging other people's writing, and participating in writeblr games
Feel free to tag me in your writing related posts!
gun it ❤️🪚
I - part two
Before she reached his office, Anya left, leaving Belladonna to face her father alone. The door to his room stood out from the other ones, with the diamond studded door knob contrasting the African blackwood door. She knocked twice, and almost immediately heard him say, “Get in Belladonna.” Shit. He was pissed.
She pulled herself together, smoothening the creases on her trousers, and opened the door.
Logan Hadley sat behind his desk, a computer half-covering his face, so Belladonna could only see the fury in his eyes when she entered.
As the door shut behind her, there was silence, only the sound of the ticking grandfather clock between them.
“So, should I begin, or will you?” Belladonna asked impatiently.
Logan’s eyebrow twitched. “I will. There are a series of questions I need you to answer, and from there, we will decide what action must be taken.”
Belladonna nodded. “Of course, dad.”
“Firstly, who is the mole? Secondly, why did you ever trust this person? Thirdly, do you have any idea what consequences we are bearing now?” Logan’s voice was deadly calm, which only meant his anger was through the roof, but even that wasn’t enough to scare Belladonna. No matter how much she messed up, her father would never punish her. He’d always say, the guilt and shame was punishment enough.
“The mole is Katherine Kent. I trusted her because she was supposed to be a friend, and well, clearly I made a mistake. And I am extremely aware of the consequences, which is why I am already handling it.”
Logan got up from his desk, making Belladonna strangely aware of how much taller he was than her. “You’re taking care of it? Do tell me, my dear, how are you taking care of it?”
Belladonna paused, trying to find a euphemism for her coming actions, but was at a loss. Giving in, she replied, “Katherine Kent won’t be returning next semester. Not to Redford, or any other university for that matter.”
Was that a smile on Logan’s face? “Good. Now make it happen. I’ll take care of things from my end.”
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I - part two
Before she reached his office, Anya left, leaving Belladonna to face her father alone. The door to his room stood out from the other ones, with the diamond studded door knob contrasting the African blackwood door. She knocked twice, and almost immediately heard him say, “Get in Belladonna.” Shit. He was pissed.
She pulled herself together, smoothening the creases on her trousers, and opened the door.
Logan Hadley sat behind his desk, a computer half-covering his face, so Belladonna could only see the fury in his eyes when she entered.
As the door shut behind her, there was silence, only the sound of the ticking grandfather clock between them.
“So, should I begin, or will you?” Belladonna asked impatiently.
Logan’s eyebrow twitched. “I will. There are a series of questions I need you to answer, and from there, we will decide what action must be taken.”
Belladonna nodded. “Of course, dad.”
“Firstly, who is the mole? Secondly, why did you ever trust this person? Thirdly, do you have any idea what consequences we are bearing now?” Logan’s voice was deadly calm, which only meant his anger was through the roof, but even that wasn’t enough to scare Belladonna. No matter how much she messed up, her father would never punish her. He’d always say, the guilt and shame was punishment enough.
“The mole is Katherine Kent. I trusted her because she was supposed to be a friend, and well, clearly I made a mistake. And I am extremely aware of the consequences, which is why I am already handling it.”
Logan got up from his desk, making Belladonna strangely aware of how much taller he was than her. “You’re taking care of it? Do tell me, my dear, how are you taking care of it?”
Belladonna paused, trying to find a euphemism for her coming actions, but was at a loss. Giving in, she replied, “Katherine Kent won’t be returning next semester. Not to Redford, or any other university for that matter.”
Was that a smile on Logan’s face? “Good. Now make it happen. I’ll take care of things from my end.”
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I - part one
Once Belladonna cut the phone, she cursed furiously and turned around to face the gates. The entrance to Hailwood Estates loomed before her, and although a small part of her was thrilled to be back home, that feeling was shoved aside by the pure rage that burned through her. Cormac had just called her with some wicked news.
Like any person with an ounce of self-respect, there was only one thing Belladonna valued in a friend.
Loyalty.
She didn’t care if they profited from tragedies or killed people on a daily basis. As long as they were loyal to her, she would do anything for them. And she just found out about a certain liar in her inner circle. A liar, who in the wrong hands could potentially destroy her.
Belladonna jabbed at the speaker button on the brownstone pillar. When the light flicked on, she whispered, “Open the gates dammit.” A mumbled apology from a security guard followed, and the gates slid open, the metal lightly clanging against the ground. “Miss Hadley!” Anya - the housekeeper - stood in front of her, with a frantic look on her face.
“Your father is calling for you. He says it’s urgent.” Belladonna forced a small smile and replied, “Thanks Anya. I’ll go see him now.”
The house was completely silent except for the occasional murmur of the servants and guards, who seemed to vanish whenever Belladonna turned a corner. If what Cormac said was true, that meant she had some damage control to do with her dad. The entire walk all the way to her father’s office, Anya spoke of her father’s recent change in behaviour and how it worried her. Belladonna wasn’t surprised with that. Her inner circle would have tried to come up with the perfect lie, and cover up their mistakes in private. Her relationship with her father didn’t work that way. She’d learnt about the importance of loyalty from him.
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I - part one
Once Belladonna cut the phone, she cursed furiously and turned around to face the gates. The entrance to Hailwood Estates loomed before her, and although a small part of her was thrilled to be back home, that feeling was shoved aside by the pure rage that burned through her. Cormac had just called her with some wicked news.
Like any person with an ounce of self-respect, there was only one thing Belladonna valued in a friend.
Loyalty.
She didn’t care if they profited from tragedies or killed people on a daily basis. As long as they were loyal to her, she would do anything for them. And she just found out about a certain liar in her inner circle. A liar, who in the wrong hands could potentially destroy her.
Belladonna jabbed at the speaker button on the brownstone pillar. When the light flicked on, she whispered, “Open the gates dammit.” A mumbled apology from a security guard followed, and the gates slid open, the metal lightly clanging against the ground. “Miss Hadley!” Anya - the housekeeper - stood in front of her, with a frantic look on her face.
“Your father is calling for you. He says it's urgent.” Belladonna forced a small smile and replied, “Thanks Anya. I’ll go see him now.”
The house was completely silent except for the occasional murmur of the servants and guards, who seemed to vanish whenever Belladonna turned a corner. If what Cormac said was true, that meant she had some damage control to do with her dad. The entire walk all the way to her father’s office, Anya spoke of her father’s recent change in behaviour and how it worried her. Belladonna wasn’t surprised with that. Her inner circle would have tried to come up with the perfect lie, and cover up their mistakes in private. Her relationship with her father didn’t work that way. She’d learnt about the importance of loyalty from him.
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