#fantasywip

[embershadowfire]

The Chronicles Of The Ashen Flame Will Be A 10 Novel Series.

[aayuuwrites]

Writeblr Introduction...

Hey there, fellow adventurer!

Hey there! I’m Aayu (he/him), a newbie writer who spends a little too much time lost in fantasy worlds, building new adventures & stories, trying to create poetry that doesn’t always rhyme [oops! (ᵕ—ᴗ—)]. I’m here to share my writing, learn from all of you, and maybe even get lost in a few collaborative projects along the way. I’ve got a lot of ideas buzzing around in my head, and this space is where I’ll bring them to life. 🌟

A little bit about me:

Pronouns: he/him

Age: 19

INTJ / INFJ

Aries

Craves a whole lot of coffee! (⊙ _ ⊙)

Anime nerd ⎚-⎚

A fantasy-loving, world-building enthusiast

Sometimes you may catch me daydreaming about characters from movies and anime's who don’t know how to stay out of trouble...

Open to exploring any genre (but I mostly live in fantasy, fiction, poetry, and short stories)

Obsessed with adventure, complex plots, and creating characters who feel like friends (or enemies... depending on the day) >ᴗ<

Always here for tag games, writing prompts, and collaborating with other creative souls

What you’ll find on my blog:

My WIPs: From magical realms with strange mythical beasts to strange lands with lots of mystery, I'm always working on something new (and sometimes not quite finished, lol)

Poetry and Short Stories: Because who doesn’t love a little variety, right?

Collaborations: Let’s team up! I’m always looking to write with others, so feel free to talk to me in my inbox!

World-building and Adventure: Expect a lot of random world-building lore and the occasional overly-dramatic character monologue shit!

Introducing My WIPs:

1. Sherlock of Another World Genre: Fantasy / Mystery / Reincarnation / Magic Summary: A young boy, once a huge fan of Sherlock Holmes, is reincarnated into a world resembling the late Victorian era—only this world has an undercurrent of magic. After a fateful accident, he wakes up with his memories intact, determined to carve out a place for himself as the world's greatest detective. But this world is not full of political intrigue and societal drama; it also hides arcane secrets and mysterious forces that blur the line between logic and the supernatural. With his razor-sharp mind, well-stocked with knowledge of the methods employed by Holmes, he seeks to solve crimes that no one can. From the weird magical occurrences to secret societies controlling the arcane energy of the world, he weaves through an intricate web of riddles that may be more than he had in mind for himself. Will he turn out to be the Sherlock Holmes of this new world or will the magic and danger prove too much even for his brilliant mind?

2. The Eternity Clock Genre: Short Story, Magical Realism, Fantasy, Philosophical Fiction Summary: A small village in India’s Western Ghats, blending rich culture and mystical timepieces.

PS: Still working on some ideas so this section will be updated soon!

A Few Fun Things About Me (Besides Writing):

World-building is my like my jam. If I’m not writing, I’m probably mapping out cities or figuring out a character’s backstory or finding some inspiration to write from somewhere (and yes, I get really into it).

Music and Books are constant companions. I love finding the perfect inspiration to match's the mood of my stories.

I crave movies and animes—always on the lookout for something new to watch, even if my list is getting a little out of hand. (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

THANK YOU FOR YOU TIME!

Feel free to reach out if you want to scream about your WIPs, OCs, books, or any shared interests! Always up for a chat! 💬✨

[rhokisb]

“If it wasn’t for Hammer over here, we’d all be in a bit of trouble I reckon.” Dank had wandered to the tall human’s side, adjusting his robes about himself. The rest of the group nodded in agreement as Orlogg dropped from the eaves to the ground below and rushed to Dante, grabbing him in a tight hug.

“Get off me.” Dante croaked as the half-Orc squeezed him off the ground. Orlogg dropped him and nodded towards Armand in thanks. The man shook his head and looked around the party.

“Is everyone all right? Any injuries?” He asked as Orlogg reached into his pouch, producing one of his salves. Shenzu raised his left leg, a series of gashes carved into the soft tissue. Armand knelt and placed a hand over the cuts, shooing Orlogg away.

“You’re lucky, it’s not down to the bone.” The man’s hands glowed with a soft amber light as he placed them on the Draar’s injured leg. When he was finished the wound was healed, but the Draar continued to keep his weight off it fully.

“It’ll be sore for a while, but you should be okay. After a night’s rest, you'll be good as new.” Armand said. Shenzu sniffed, “It is nothing, I can still fight. Thank you.” Orlogg offered his salve to the Draar.

“This should help. At the very least it can numb the pain if you still have any.” The Draar scowled at the fowl smelling liquid but took it anyway.

~Day 20 of Weyard snips~

[ettawritesnstudies]

I finished Storge.

I have a manuscript.

I can't even begin to tell you how much this means to me. I have been working on this story seriously for three years. I started learning about writing craft five years during freshman year study hall. This world has existed in one form or another since middle school. This is over 6 years of work and trial and error and laughter and tears put into this story.

And it's finally done.

I can't wait to share it with you.

-Etta Grace, Author, 1;29am 7/29/2020

Storge taglist: @inkwell-attitude @re-writing-h @thescreamingtwenties @siarven @kittensartswriting @yearlyaquariace @abalonetea @andiwriteunderthemoon @ramblingrubyred @the-starlight-chills @davey-in-a-minivan @the-great-teller-of-tales @a-smol-biblophile @theworst-pirate @saintsorrel  @isanyonetoknow @sunlight-and-starskies

[furiouslywriting]

I found a song that pretty much perfectly fits my villain in my fantasy wip. Seriously, pretty much all but two or three lines is dead on.

Man or a monster by Sam Tinnesz and Zayde Wølf.

Anyone else find songs and can't believe how well they fit your work?

[emdop]

First Paragraph Tag

I was tagged by @weathershade. Thank you!!!

Rules: post the first paragraph/s of something you have not shared yet.

I thought about adding context to this, but eh, I’ll just let it be confusing. sorry not sorry

Fortune Hollan doesn’t have time for other peoples’ lies even if he himself is a liar. He tucks his left hand under his right elbow and leans back in his chair, only half-listening to his professor’s lecture on Magician law history. His eyes close and his head tilts until it rests on the edge of the chairback. Someone’s loud huff causes him to peak one eye open and sure enough there’s Juniper Graves narrowing her eyes at him while she shakes her head, almost imperceptibly. The corner of Fortune’s mouth twitches into a lazy smirk, which only causes Juniper to sigh.

Tagging: @queercon-ic, @arte-muse, @happyorogeny, @edgywords

Please let me know if you don’t want to be tagged in stuff! Otherwise, I am so excited to see all your paragraphs.

[rhokisb]

“We were only here for the gold these two idiots promised. Perhaps you are mistaken, and it is really these two who are the problem?” Shenzu argued, his tail swishing against the ground behind him. Sheba shook her head, “I’m afraid not, Warrior. The myth foretells a group of six, destined to save all Weyard from the unnamed.”

“The unnamed what?” Dante asked.

“We, those of us who are ancient, do not speak of it. It is far more likely that the darkness of the nameless is responsible for the event in Garo than anything else. You wander along a path towards the eye of the sleeping one, and should it be awakened, everything will end. The first step to you not disturbing the unnamed is to not know of it.”

“It’s a nameless beast? I can strike it down.” Armand hoisted his war hammer as it crackled with energy. Sheba shook her head.

“I admire your strength. But you do not understand. Some things were locked away long ago for a reason. This should never have come to pass, yet was always written to. The one you seek has upset the balance, learned too much, and hungers for more. Until they are stopped, this world will know nothing but suffering.” She went to a nearby apple tree and picked a ripe, red apple. Holding it in one light green hand, the apple withered and decayed within seconds.

“This is a crude example of what the unnamed will do, should it be allowed to escape. Not a soul alive will be able to stop it or fight against it should it be unleashed. In all my years, I never thought I would live to see the day where the Six should be standing in front of me.” Orlogg used his hand and bumped Dante in his thigh, mouthing “the Six” at his friend. Dante rolled his eyes, “Look, I appreciate all the chatter and the insistence that we are some band of heroes who can stop a great evil, but to be honest: I’m a whore. This is a whole lot of not bed-work for you to be directing at me. That’s not what I’m really about, and this one,” He pointed at Orlogg sitting beside him pulling grass from the ground, “He’s half an idiot and a herbalist. You’ve got the wrong people, at least with us two. Maybe the drunkard, too.” Vestare swore and spit on the ground, glaring at Dante.

~Day 32 of Weyard snips~

[ettawritesnstudies]

HERE’S THE COMIC SANS POWERPOINT Y’ALL WERE ASKING FOR I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!

Storge Taglist: @inkwell-attitude @siarven @re-writing-h (Ask if you want to be added!)

Everyone Else Who Interacted With My Last Post Because The Wanted To See A Comic Sans PowerPoint: @stand-inthe-rain @the-writers-blocks @alternativeforensicscientist @heniareth @bigpileoffandoms @angry-ace