Finally deciding to not hide in the corner and introduce myself to writblr. So, uh, hi. I’m Violet, and I’m just some teenage girl with aspergers who watches to much youtube, and is trying to write a book. My current WIP is called Supernova, and all the characters are literally my children. Not gonna lie, not really sure what exactly I should put here, sooooo, if you also, like, write stuff, especially YA fantasy and sci-fi stuff, please reblog, cause I want to follow you, even if I never talk to because of my crippling social anxiety
❣️ Hope you don't mind if this is rambly, or if this story is still a major WIP: My story, currently titled Supernova, is about four teenage dragons, Nova, Shard, Desert Rose [Rose for short], and Ocelot and their 'adventures' in dealing with the cult that use to be Shard's family hunting them down, Shard sometimes being possessed by the King of Demons, who has the placeholder name of Zuul, and Nova being the vessel for the angelic warrior who defeated Zuul, Seraphim.
DAMN. Okay so I love thats it’s about teenaged DRAGONS that’s amazing and awesome and lovely and not super common, the names of the main cast are awesome, also? The cult their fighting used to be an MCs family??? That sounds fun and dramatic and potentially complicated. And the angel and demon side of everything is super awesome as well
NOW. THE AESTHETIC.
Your wip is bursting stars, white and black feathers swirling around each other, a fancy knife with blood dripping off of the blade, scales and claws, and the sound of beating wings.
Shard had never been to the room before, but he had heard of it. The symbol in the center, carefully and perfectly carved, was where he had hatched. Of course, he didn’t remember it, not like he would want to, but he had been told it was wonderful.
A likely story.
One of them pulled sharply on the chain around his neck, lurching him into the center of the sigil.
All the chains were tied down against things in a way where Shard could barely move from his exact spot. He didn’t even try to struggle anymore. There was no point in even trying anymore.
Of course, his supposed father loomed in front of him, always, always having his face behind that damned cloak like the coward he was. He didn’t even bother to look at him, forever hiding.
And then, it began.
Like everything seemed to, it started with Shard’s theoretical giver of life. It was soft at first, almost gentle, but then others began to mimic it. It grew louder and louder until it was roaring in Shard’s ears. He couldn’t understand whatever it was, whether it was an actual language of just gibberish, but he wasn’t going to listen.
Then, he felt something begin to trickle down his face. It was a rather inconvenient time for a nose bleed.
Of course, things could never be simple, for it was not blood that dropped onto the floor below. No, it was pure, slimy black, unnaturally so, and Shard could almost swear it moved.
It started coming out faster, pouring down his face and splattering on the floor, mimicking the insides of horribly rotten eggs. Shard was trying not to panic, though it wasn’t easy.
Suddenly, it was dripping out of his mouth, tiny drops of obsidian ooze. Of course, they didn’t stay small for long. It was pouring out of his mouth, his teeth acting as rocks that separated this inky waterfall into many trickling spouts that smashed into the wood miles below, with the chants that now seemed distant echoing the background.
Shard would have coughed and hacked if any air could get to his lungs. Instead, all he could do was choke in silent horror as everything inside of him turned into lifeless ink. There was no trying to stay calm now, the panic was inescapable.
He tried thrashing as if pulling away would help any. He was trapped though, left to drown in void slush.
Then, it began in his eyes. It was only slow for a second before it came pouring out of Shard, horrible, monstrous attempts to mimic the tears. Darkness began to consume his vision, and for a fleeting moment, Shard thought he was going to see Zuul, a welcome release to this pain. Yet, of course, nothing good could happen in this place.
Shard had lost all ability to see, smell, or taste beyond the suffocating consumption of whatever it all was. He could still feel the pain in every part of him, feel it pouring out of every hole on his face. He could still hear their chants, fast and screaming yet distant and soft.
It went on for eternity before it suddenly crashed to a halt.
The voices screeched to a stop, and Shard fell to the floor, finally able to breathe for the first time in forever. Everything still hurt, but it was better than actively dying.
He didn’t open his eyes, just focused on breathing sweet, pure air, until he felt a presence looming over him, casting their shadow over him. For a naive moment, Shard believed them to be his unfortunate co-creator.
Shard opened his eyes, vision still a touch blurry.
And he wished he had died.
The dark figure towered over him, looking down at him with a wicked grin. It wouldn’t have been truly horrifying, though surprising, Shard hadn’t seen him in this way in years.
But, he could feel his shadow, practically seeing it.
With a chuckle far too real, far too loud, he lifted Shard’s head up his a single claw.
He touched him.
“It feels so good to finally meet you for real princey. I would love to stay and chat, but I have business to attend to. I do hope you live through all of this, it would be rather inconvenient if you died.” Zuul mused, before vanishing in a spiral of darkness.
What do you guys thing about this? I’m thinking about posting the first draft of the Prologue [dove section not included], and I want to have one of those cool moodboard things so I can at least pretend to be professional.
