#og book

[ink-drenched-cat]

Yo these past few days, ignoring the fact that my exams have started, have been a blast!

I finally got around to working on my OG book again and good lord I'm making progress on the world building and the lore. If I keep up the pace, I might actually start planning the story after so long!

[adonis-koo]

Hi Missy! You’ve mentioned that you’re working on a book, may I ask about what it is about? It’s okay if you don’t feel comfortable answering to this question 😊 Anyway, have a good day!!

!!!!! I've been WAITING for an opportunity to talk about it omg, I mainly don't talk much on it here because I don't want to bore people- as this is a bts blog and for FF but I will GLADLY talk to anyone about my book who's willing to listen!!

I'm still trying to pin down the exact genre of the book because it's a little complicated in the beginning 😅 but it's originally meant to be science fiction and more specially in the genre of cyberpunk- high technology low life vibe.

The premise of the story involves individuals waking up in a climate mesh of terrain under amnesia, stuck lost in these woods they have to survive whilst being at the bottom of the food chain to amalgamation like monsters named the Proto’s.

I'm sorry I'm not sure how appealing this all sounds to read LMAO I'm still working on a proper description because obviously it doesn't really fit any genres in aiming for right now!!! But it's a work in progress. The biggest thing I wanted was a story that people in their 20s and possibly 30s could enjoy and relate too while not making it too hard to read or lengthy like some science fiction can be. If anything I'm hoping to get it published in just fiction or even adult fiction and trying hard to avoid the YA section.

Because the plot of the story is very vague in the beginning it focuses a lot on character dynamics and relationship building, the story follows a female protagonist under the nickname Zero who is new to the group and noticing inconsistency between the group leader and an unexpected “old” member who nobody knows but him. okKAY ill shut up now but I can't contain my excitement at somebody asking about it and seriously if anyone wants to know more just as PLS 😭

[sammygiddings]

yes hello these are @transchrishartley and my kids. They are very gay (minus our token straight) and all of them are disasters. 

[adonis-koo]

I think the best decision I made for my book was going ahead and letting the MC have a love interest. Except they were lovers before and meet again under amnesia and now they’re friends again and it’s slowburn and there’s lot of banter and chemistry and just the lightest hints of romantic intention if the reader squints. And it just burns and grows and grows but she is stupid and doesn’t realize that she likes him- but like she kind of realizes it but doesn’t want to acknowledge it because of the implications the future might have on their relationship but she doesn’t make a choice until it’s too late 🥰

most the time I feel like I’m spitting garbage when I write but like, I was a genius for this one

[re-vi-art8]

I’m genuinely thinking of making a OG Blinky 3D Model and maybe rigging him.

[kitcookies]

POWER: Original book

Warnings: Animal death, bad writing, dragons, fire, loss of home.

Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2 (Coming soon) The Firestarter

An old, well-kept farm sat in the middle of a break in the trees that had chickens and farmland for growing food.

The farmland was lightly ploughed, and the chickens clucked loudly. The sun rose and shone through the dusty window panes of a small room that sat inside a cottage.

Inside, a bedroom, clothes were thrown askew, and the orange curtains were full of stains and were torn slightly on the sides.

The white bed was out of order, and the red sheets were thrown around. Sitting atop the messy bed was a young girl who looked no older than fourteen or fifteen.

Her cheeks were flushed bright pink, and her red hair flowed down to the middle of her back. Her tanned skin covered her face, arms and legs. She looked up with brown eyes and a curious, but dry, smile.

She sat on the bed in her light pink gown, looking out of the window on her knees. Her eyes widened suddenly as she jumped with excitement and ran towards the door of her room, stumbling over an assortment of warm coloured clothes and animal books on the way.

She opened the door and sprinted towards her older sister's room, which was down the hall.

She knocked on the door and jumped up and down happily, her red hair bouncing with each jump.

“Violet! Come on! Wake up!” She squealed as a tall, mature girl, seemingly called Violet, slowly opened the door.

She had a long white shirt and soft purple shorts, with messy bed hair that was tied up in a low ponytail that reached her shoulder blades and bags under her violet eyes.

“Hmm? Sundew?” Violet yawned. She put one hand behind her neck and smiled, her now messy, but normally straight, silver hair brushed against her arm.

“It’s time to harvest the chicken eggs!” Sundew exclaimed, rubbing her eyes with a smile.

Violet sighed and nodded before she started walking towards the front door, her icy blue eyes glanced towards Sundew as she excitedly followed her.

Sundew grabbed the hay basket at the door and beamed at Violet.

Their feet trudged along. Violet’s footsteps were nearly silent, and Sundew stomped along beside her. They both walked outside and slipped to the side of the oak walls towards the chicken pen.

“Ow,” Violet said as her purple pyjama shirt got stuck on a loose nail poking out of the side. Her long, pyjama pants hung around her legs as she turned to free herself.

“Whoa, you alright, Violet?” Sundew asked, and she looked at Violet. The excited look on her face vanished.

She looked at the chicken pen and back at Violet. Violet freed herself and smiled as Sundew’s gaze softened.

“I’m ok,” Violet said, looking at Sundew, seemingly fine.

A strong wind blew, and Violet nearly toppled over from the strength. The wind ceased, and she stood herself upright.

“What was that?” Violet asked, looking at Sundew, who seemed to be very confused. Sundew reached up and put one hand on Violet’s forehead.

“That wind was strong,” Violet said, taking Sundew’s hand off her head. Her silver hair slowly slowed to a stop as Sundew stared at her with big brown eyes.

“What wind?” Sundew asked, not taking her eyes off of Violet. She put her hand up and felt around the air, then quickly put it down.

“My hand feels hot,” Sundew exclaimed. She held her hand close to her as a chilly raindrop fell on the centre of her red hair. Her brown boots nearly stuck to the ground. Sundew lifted her foot to see it covered in mud.

“C’mon, Violet, we’ve got to get the freshest ones!” Sundew smiled as the raindrop on her head slowly evaporated. Violet shook her head in surprise and grabbed Sundew’s outstretched hand, unexpectedly warm, on a freezing morning.

The chickens cluck loudly as Sundew opened the pen. Sundew reached down and gently grabbed the chicken eggs and put them in the basket.

Both of the sisters then heard a knock on the small horizontal window just above Violet.

“Hey! I’m hungry! When’s breakfast?!” A black-haired girl with round features and deep blue eyes had her face squished against the window, staring at the girls.

“Leave us alone, Nora!” Sundew said, crossing her arms, the basket brushing against her and dangling across her stomach.

The girl who was seemingly called Nora rolled her eyes, then looked at Violet and smiled warmly, waving.

Sundew’s deep brown eyes glared at her as Nora rested her hand on her cheek. The girl in the window then jumped out of sight. Sundew sighed and picked up a white, lightly speckled hen and kissed her on the forehead.

“Heeeeey!” A voice from the entrance yelled out. The dead grass led a pathway that followed from the two sisters to the figure approaching them.

“Leave us alone, how many times do I have to say it?” Sundew said in a whiny voice, putting down the hen. Violet slowly approached Sundew. She rested her hand on her shoulder and smiled.

“I don’t mind if she helps out.” Violet chuckled as she walked towards Nora, her hands on her hips, holding a warm smile on her face.

“Where’s Elana?”

Nora shrugged as she looked at the trees dangling overhead.

Nora then watched as a murder of crows flew overhead. She was then struck with a migraine as she held her head and toppled backwards, then the pipe let out a huge stream of water.

“Are you okay?” Violet questioned, taking a step towards Nora, watching her violently shake the water off of her wet body, her short, black hair getting messed up in the process.

A bellowing roar shook the ground. Sundew was shocked by the loud noise; she tripped backwards and tumbled over the fence. She landed on her back, and her red hair sprawled out on the ground.

“I’m ok!” Sundew yelled, lying on her back, her boots up in the air. She grinned and fixed herself upright.

Nora yawned, “I’m going to get changed.” She stated, her dull blue pyjamas were sitting wet and cold on her body.

She started to walk back towards the house and waved at Violet. Violet waved back and helped Sundew back over the fence.

“Maybe we should get changed as well,” Sundew said, grabbing Violet’s hand. Sundew dragged Violet inside, Violet stumbling to keep up from behind.

The porch was made with a light birch, the beams with an oak and the roof a dark oak; it was a standard cabin in the woods.

After a while, another girl walked towards the kitchen, her bouncy brown hair and green eyes seemed to dance with the simmers of the bacon on the stove. Her flowy, light green skirt drifted across the floor as she waltzed towards the table, holding breakfast for four.

Nora yawned as she trotted into the kitchen, her pyjamas replaced by a brown shirt, in contrast with her bright blue bows in her curly, short, bobbed hair. Her dark blue tights ran down her legs until they reached large, black boots.

“Good morning, Nora!” The girl exclaimed, her face lighting up when she saw her. Her hand stretched up to wave at her, nearly dropping the food. She wobbled the food a bit and quickly placed it on the table.

“Good mornin', Elana.” Nora yawned, her light brown skin pressed against her bag, strapped over her shoulder.

Elana chuckled and rushed over to Nora, giving her a tight hug, her frilly white shirt contrasting with Nora’s brown one. Elana pulled back from Nora, her hands still on her arms as she looked back at the breakfast.

“Are you hungry?” Elana asked, gently letting go of Nora’s body from the hug and trotting towards the small circular table, with four chairs facing one another..

“Elana! You know you don’t have to cook.” Nora said, pulling a chair out and sitting down, her black hair bouncing as she did.

She looks at Elana gratefully with her cold blue eyes, portraying a gentle smile.

Sundew burst through the kitchen, grabbing a plate and stumbling backwards out the front door, her tight, red, sleeveless shirt clinging to her as her baggy brown jeans blend in with the oak walls, her dry, wavy, ginger hair getting caught in the doorframe.

Sundew pulls her hair out of the doorframe quickly and smiles through her breakfast, putting up finger guns and bouncing backwards, her face stuffed with bacon and eggs.

Nora stands up quickly and follows her angrily.

“Sundew, get back here!! We’re supposed to sit down and have breakfast as a family!” Nora yells, running after her.

Elana stands there with her plate in her hands, her skirt swaying with the gentle breeze from the open door.

“Not again…” Elana mumbles under her breath, “Violet! They're fighting!”

Violet walks out in a grey shirt, dark purple belt and jeans. Her silver hair was tied up into a high ponytail. Violet nods and starts to walk outside, only to stop at the door.

“Elana… You need to see this.”

Elana rushes outside with Violet, only to see a large beast with razor-sharp teeth, red and orange scales running across its back and black smoke rising from its mouth.

A dragon had made its way to their front yard.

“Sundew! Nora! Are you ok?!” Elana called out, her voice turning the dragon’s attention towards them just as Violet grabbed the crossbow near the door.

Elana stumbled backwards as Violet ran towards Sundew and Nora. Sundew hid behind a tree whilst Nora hid behind Sundew, and stared at the dragon. Sundew held Nora’s trembling hands.

Elana stared at the monstrous beast in front of her, her hands trembling. The dragon crept closer and looked down at Elana, the dragon's red eyes flaring with fury.

Elana swiftly grabbed her bag, which was sitting by the front door, on the porch, and chucked it at the crimson dragon's head.

It hit just under the eyes of the dragon, then the dragon stood there, unfazed, before roaring a monstrous bellow and glaring at Elana, breathing a puff of smoke in her face.

“Oh crud,” Elana said, her eyes widening, before dashing away, towards the others.

Violet aimed the crossbow at the dragon’s head, her fingers struggling to pull the trigger.

“C’mon, C’mon, C’mon… It’s a monster, you can do this.”

The girl's hands trembled as the beast drew closer; sparks of fire shot through each breath the red dragon took.

The dragon’s slitted eyes looked crazed as they shook the ground with every step.

The four girls huddled together as the dragon spread its wings. The wings seemed charred and damaged, but the dragon flew up into the air nonetheless.

Nora let out a yelp as they were hit with a rush of wind from the massive dragon taking flight.

The dragon let out a roar of fury and spewed fire everywhere. Instinctively, Violet shielded the girls from the fire, her shirt becoming charred and her hair burned.

“Violet!” The girls yelled in unison, they each hugged Violet, and Violet smiled at them.

“Is everyone alright?” Violet responded, touching the burnt ends of her hair.

The dragon roared again but flew off, the wings of the dragon seeming more burnt than before.

The girls let out a sigh of relief, but it was short-lived, as a twang of horror shook them.

The house was on fire, the chickens and pigs rushing away, and the smoke covered the bright sky, casting a depressing glow over the ground.

All those memories… gone.

Those bittersweet, laughter-filled memories.

Like the time that Sundew snuck out of the house to try to climb trees. Once Violet found her, she lost her footing and fell to the ground in a heap. It felt as if all the air was thrown out of her lungs, and no matter how hard she tried to breathe in, her chest was left absolutely empty.

That’s how she felt now, utterly breathless.

Sundew ran up, tears streaming down her face, her eyes going red as she fell to her knees in despair.

The wind died down as the dragon was long gone, and the girls stood together, staring at the burnt mess they used to call their house.

Nora placed her hand on Elana’s shoulder as she sniffled slightly, covering her own face with her other arm. Violet held her arms together, looking towards her sisters. She felt horrible and guilty that they were in so much pain. Why didn’t she pull the trigger?

Violet walked towards Sundew and hugged her gently. Sundew immediately hugged her back, crying into her arms.

“It’ll be ok,” Violet whispers, hugging Sundew, stroking the back of her head.

Elana walked up to them with wide arms and joined in the hug swiftly. Nora looked, her eyes blurred from tears and followed Elana soon after.

All their warmth combined made for a truly comforting atmosphere that surrounded the girls in a little bubble. The grey sky cast a shadow over them as they huddled together, the heat from the fire dried their tears as they cried into each other's arms.

However, a small hint of despair popped the bubble, and Sundew was the first to be hit by it.

The fire crackled behind them as Sundew moved away from the hug.

She looked at her sisters while standing up, and her hands trembled. Sundew then dashed away, barely looking back at her sisters.

She stopped behind a tree, deep in the dark forest. Spiny branches stretched overhead as if they were caging people in; you could barely see the sky.

Despite it being early in the morning, it seemed dark enough to be night.

Sundew stumbled through the bushes, scratching her skin against thorns and trees.

“I shouldn’t be so stupid… I did this.” Sundew mumbled, whacking away at low branches angrily.

She whacked at another one that was sitting right at her eye level, this time harder. It flung back and hit her in the face.

She clasped a hand to her eye, wincing as she felt the small droplets of blood, smudging them across her cheek.

“Ah Fu- ahem- Fudge.”

“… hah?”

Sundew looks down at a patch of clear grass, slightly illuminated by a crack in the trees.

An egg, the size of her head, sat in the middle. It looked like it was set ablaze. Its deep red colour reflected the light brightly, almost matching Sundew’s hair.

Sundew creeped closer, her steps crackling overtop the dead branches lying on the ground.

She reached towards the egg, her tanned hands feeling the heat radiating off of it. The heat alone sent a menacing shiver up her spine. The egg glistened in the light as Sundew’s rough fingers brushed the edges of the egg. It felt warm and thin.

Sundew gasped silently as she raised it from the ground; it was hot, too hot.

She gently cradled it in her arms, wiping her tears with her fingerless, leather glove.

The egg gave off a comforting heat as Sundew felt drowsy holding it. She sat down with the egg and held it in her arms, her back up against the tree.

Sundew smiled as she stared at the egg and cuddled it close to her. Sunlight shone through the trees and into the egg, showing a silhouette of a baby dragon inside.

The trees rustled overhead as birds sang happily and squirrels nested.

Sundew felt her eyelids getting heavy as she was captivated by the heat of the egg. She started to feel drowsy, and she rested her warm cheek on the egg. Sundew then fell asleep in the dark forest, the most dangerous area that the girls knew of.

Back where the other sisters were, Violet and Elana were looking around for Sundew and frantically searching the trees and bushes.

Nora, however, was standing there, watching them, unbothered and sketching in her notepad.

“Nora, a little help here?” Elana exclaims, holding a large, brown log that was blocking the path into the forest.

Nora sighed and trudged over to Elana. She grabbed the log reluctantly and pulled swiftly.

“I don’t get why you guys are so worried. She runs off all the time,” Nora exasperates, placing down the large log with Elana, further away from the entrance.

Nora huffed and crossed her arms. She walked away. Nora sat down on the porch of their house; however, it was no longer a porch, just a charred block of wood.

Elana watched her walking away, tilting her head downwards. Elana’s pink cheeks flushed as she fiddled with her fingers in embarrassment.

“Violet? Do you think Sundew is going to come back?”

Violet looks over at Elana from the other side of the log. She smiles softly at Elana and nods.

Elana feels better as she wipes her tanned hands on her pale green skirt, leaving small mud streaks that trail down right at her knees.

“I hope so…”

[kitcookies]

POWER

GENRE - Fantasy with minor aspects of horror

WARNINGS (for prologue): Blood/Gnome death/Gender neutral villain/Details in the ripping of a neck.

Prologue

It was a cold and misty morning, still and quiet, not even a slight rustle in the leaves. A light cover of fog blanketed the rolling land. 

Then the bright sun peeked from behind the tree-filled mountain range, and beams of light shone through, granting a little warmth as the green foliage stretched beyond what the eye could see. Rising with the land and beginning the day.

They glimmered in the distance as the morning sun shone off the small droplets that adorned their leaves. The crystal-clear dew showered the tiny black ants marching beneath the small plants and grass. 

The bright, colourful birds- parrots, kingfishers, even those that seemingly only exist in myths- chirped sweetly as the chickens rested silently in their pens. 

Looming at the edge of this paradise sat barren, dry land, the crisp brown seemed never to grow where it sat, seemingly burnt from the morning heat. It was a place where rain never fell, and the winds never moved. 

Dead and devoid of Mother Nature’s loving touch. 

Sitting in this land, bordering the tall mountains, was a dark, gloomy castle with purple tiling and blackstone walls. 

At the end of a wide hall sat a throne. 

The throne was black, red and seemed to have tiny, dried specks of blood splattered over it. Black ribbons cascaded down the steps from the foot of the throne, a pathway of a dark, red carpet followed in between the ribbons, leading to the large, run-down gate in front. 

Sitting upon the throne was a shadowy figure of no discernible facial features, looking like an empty black hole with sharp white ovals carved in the place of eyes. They sat with crossed legs that were covered in tight garments, legs, arms, and neck, not in a flattering way, either, but rather constricting. 

Their arms were folded across their torso, and they were looking expectantly at the large, palace-like gate sitting in front of the room. 

They wore long, knee-length boots and their body was wrapped in a fabric that looked like it was torn forcefully from the grey, blood-stained curtains in a rage, all to be partially covered by a large, dark cloak. 

Tiny, quick footsteps followed the silence as a small Gnome entered the room; the gate creaked with every slight movement. The Gnome looked stereotypical, except with a scar across his right eye, turning it grey instead of his other eye, which shone a bright green.

The tiny Gnome trembled. With every step, his feet echoed like a quiet yell for help. The figure sat straight and turned its faceless head down upon the Gnome. 

“Well, I take it you come bearing good news?” The figure rasped. 

The place where the mouth should be was not moving. It sounded almost like a mirage. The Gnome flinched as tears formed in his eyes. 

It was silent for a second, and you could hear the slight creaks of the window as the figure glared expectantly. The Gnome gulped as he looked up and trembled. The words gripping at his throat, clawing at his teeth so as not to be spoken in fear. 

“I suppose you need a bit of motivation,” The figure paused and lifted their shadowy hand, “What shall your punishment be?” 

The Gnome took a step back. He wanted to scream, but if he did, it would surely end with guaranteed death or torture.

The Gnome looked up and opened his mouth to speak, mustering up all the courage he had in his tiny body. 

“I-I am sorry, your grace. We have discovered a new… Complication. But do not worry, the Gnomes will take care of it.” 

The Gnome’s shaky voice echoed through the castle as the ruler sat in dreadful silence. 

Then suddenly, the ruler let out a chuckle that grew as the Gnome gasped for air with relief. The ruler breathed in and sighed, then pointed a pale finger towards the scared Gnome. 

“What is the complication?” The figure rasped. 

The Gnome froze and shakily clenched his brown and dirty shirt as shadowy creatures appeared behind the figure. They seem to snarl at him, with shapes of beasts big and small and staring at him with only a singular hint of colour shown, their red eyes. 

They drew closer to him as the ruler grew impatient. The Gnome mustered up as much courage as he could and stuttered out a simple sentence.

“The spirits have awoken… a-and they have found their vessels.” 

Absolute Silence. 

Then, out of fury, the figure erupted into screams of rage as the beasts behind them quickly disintegrated, and darkness covered the entire castle. The Gnome let out an ear-piercing screech as his body was becoming painfully distorted. 

The Gnome’s head ripped off, the skin tearing apart as the flesh underneath strained against the snapping bones. His crimson blood dripped down his neck as his body staggered and fell to the ground. 

The figure stood in the centre of the wide hall and looked down at their cold hands, made out of black, ashy shadows. 

They looked up, furious they walked over to the window and slammed it shut. The ruler rested their hands on the windowsill and stared into the black, barren land, fading into green.

“Even dead, you mock me.”

[h-d-bolteress]

Character Reveal

Here's the second character reveal for my OG story!

Name: Valdys

Ancestry: Human (Undead)

Homeland: Askahold (Norse/Celtic influence)

Age: 293 years old (died at 28 years old)

Height: 6'2" (187.96cm)

Gender/Pronouns: Cis Woman (she/her)

Occupation: Leader/General of the Betwixt

Character Traits: Honorable, Reserved, Self-Disciplined, Capable, Tenacious

(For the sentient undead in my book, their skeletons glow beneath their skin, and I attempted to get the Heroforge Decals to look like a skull, so hopefully they add a skull Decal soon, but it looks good!)

She is the second of the two POV characters in my sapphic fantasy romance, which I'm working on. Valdys was once a war hero in the Maleficium Age, and won many battles against the evil lord. Until he wanted her to serve him instead-- turning her into an undead puppet to lead his growing shambling, corpse army. Valdys doesn’t blame the living for despising her kind, even after being freed. Now, wanting rest for her people, she parleys with a human kingdom to do just that. But a stipulation comes in the form of a lightning-scarred Elven mage...

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