#keepers wip

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his long, silky, purple hair blows around an awful lot, even if there isn't any wind :)

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Felix, my (current) most favorite dude ever

but later in the timeline when he's all grown-up :D

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Ketsler is talking about how much he loves his little apprentice, Haru, and is inadvertently magically generating flowers off the emotion lol

Haru, oblivious to their source, is delighted

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Which hairstyle of Betty's is your favorite?

1: Braids

2: Polly-anna

3: Ponytail

4: Space buns

Voting ended onApr 28, 2024

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The Keepers • WIP Intro

WIP Intro - The Keepers

Genre: paranormal horror, romance, isolation horror, period action/adventure

Status: Zero drafting for NaNoWriMo 2023

Synopsis: A collector of occult items finds herself stranded on an island with a lighthouse and its keeper, and the ghosts of her past come back to haunt her.

Setting: Rocky shores somewhere off the coast of Oregon, 1938

Vibe: mist, gulls, rocky shores, candle wax against floorboards and window panes, loose parchment, ink-stained fingertips, the chill of breath against your neck, brine-bleached pant cuffs, the taste of charcoal and ash

Touchstones & Inspiration: Raiders of the Lost Ark, The Mummy, Pirates of the Caribbean, The Lighthouse, As Above So Below

Characters:

Mim - A headstrong and well-educated young woman who had her childhood stolen by grievers and grifters alike, mind now set to debunk the occult and acquire mystical and magical items if for no other reason than to prove the science (and often, coincidence) behind them. Often seen as a ‘tomboy’ or ‘unladylike’, Mim isn’t afraid to roll up her sleeves and get her hands dirty.

Buck - The keeper of a lighthouse, appointed decades, maybe centuries, before to ferry lost souls from one life onto the next. He’s set in his ways, resigned to the task gifted to him by whatever higher power, and grateful. He keeps to himself, only traveling off the island every month or so to restock his own supplies and to send trinkets back to the loved ones of those who had passed on. 

Excerpt:

One such a thunderstorm, big lightning in the clouds and crocodile tears, moved Cecily’s birth into the barn. Ropers and ranchers, big men with bigger hands, all huddled around mama in her pile of hay, ready to catch knobby ankles and pull. Rain beat a steady rhythm against the ground, pooling dirt to mud, and Cecily bleated her woeful lament in tandem, big eyes bulging on either side of that wide, caramel forehead. Mim shushed, petting the patch of fur there, hoping it’d soothe the great, wide bovine while she struggled to birth what they all were sure to be twins.  Laid out behind Mama Cow was a slender little calf, four legs, two ears, slowly blinking open two big, brown eyes. Black and white spots were dyed a deep purple-red like the mashing of grapes between toes, and the hay beneath the new baby clung to him like feathers to tar.