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hello!! i just wanted to say that i have finished chapter 11!! :D
To all the beautiful plumpy black women, I need your help. This is just a question I have I have in mind and it's pure curiosity and study, I wanted to expand my characters and add different race, facial structure, hair style, body weight and more. And you're wondering why I'm specifically asking black women? Because I wanted to know what kind hair I'm looking at, and my main target is Zoe Kravitz.
I did some research on what kind of hair I'm looking at and the only one I see that resembles the hair in the picture is natural wave, I was introduced boho hair and I assumed it was still braiding your hair (I'm sorry if I offended any of you ladies). The reason why I going so far to ask you ladies is because I want to make or add a specific style in the character I was undergoing. This is a project I'm making for future stories a.k.a original books/characters and so that I can wright fanfictions and expand the main character, cause there isn't much more race protagonist in fanfiction stories. And I wanted to make a change
So please, I asking you ladies to help me study what kind of hair I'm looking at. Cause what I like the hair in the picture is it's naturally dry and wavy
(if I had mistaken Zoe Kravitz race I deeply apologize for not searching more on her race, I assumed immediately she was black. Again, I'm very sorry)
didn't cry when i killed her. but i'm crying while writing about her grieving family????? how does that make sense?
My book, Soulless Prince, is an epic adventure that starts with political intrigue. The main characters are the Saintess, her Beloved, and a hillbilly transmitrator from Earth. The world, Mythiric, was attacked by an evil god and covered with miasma. The god then convinced everyone to worship him and spread further misery to convert the planet's pure energy into rot so he could consume it.
"Suffer and become One with Me" the demon god promised, as if this were good.
The three heroes must unite the world's people, devise a way to fight a demon god, and successfully defeat it.
Please check it out on Tapas! I entered it into a contest.
talk about your book!!!
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i’ll start!!
my debut novel, she knows is a dark thriller set in a rural british town where a serial killer is stalking the streets. sylvie garcia, the daughter of a medical examiner takes the investigation into her own hands after the police’s leads go cold. despite their beliefs, sylvie’s convinced the killer is a woman. she then enlists her friend group to aid her in the investigation. unknowingly, the murderer is her childhood best friend and her concealed longing. With an innocent facade, florence has deceived everyone including sylvie, who remains deeply attached to her despite the growing darkness around them even after the truth is revealed.
Since I started writing I really have searched some very odd things. Sometimes very random things that likely make me look very suspicious but at the same time I have learnt so many things that I never would even knew existed if I never started writing. Just to give a few examples, honestly quite a lot of random historical people whose name's I somehow thought of when naming my own characters. That alone has taken up much of my time just reading about these supposedly famous historical people.
Then on the complete other side in one of my later chapters I have one of my races who have made a city basically inside a volcano and I did an absurd amount of research into rocks, lava, magma, how volcanoes work, whether certain aspects would really make any kind of sense and many other odd things.
Though the worse things I have researched are most likely to do with necromancy, I mean anyone who has a load of searches looking up the dead/undead and trying to find out if there are any ancient necromancy books probably look a tad bit suspicious (Not that I secretly want to be a necromancer or anything).
But honestly I think it is all worth it, I really enjoy having the excuse to learn all of this stuff that without writing I never would have even considered.
Love language.
Luka and Lucy's love language are the silent gazes between them.
The amused ones amidst family and the steadfast ones during a fight.
It's something that exists there in plain sight, when they catch each other's eyes across the room, it's a quiet haven, a world of their own right there in the daily squabbles and chaos of the cove.
A gaze that constantly finds the other as they check on them, drinking in the reactions.
Sometimes they miss each other's sight by a moment, where she just saw him laughing in the garden with Killian and she smiles to herself at the sight before turning away to tell vanessa something.
That's when the ravenette looks at her and stills in his actions with the child. He's lost in the way Lucy is engrossed in her work, aiding nessa to get hers done. He finds her refreshing, like a breath of spring in his dazed mornings and he smiles despite himself, grinning from ear to ear until killi calls for him.
THATS what my power couple has!
I'd laugh too, because nobody knows what that tip was ever going to reveal since we most likely forgot what that spontaneous burst of magic told us to note down.
I'm sorry but I have one draft that I never finished but I laugh every time I see it
Novel Moodboards 📚
Allow me to guide you into my character's worlds, one image at a time.
🔖Edge of Being - YA Realistic Fiction, Coming of Age, LGBTQ+ Romance. (Standalone Novella)
🔖Cloaked in Dusk - Fantasy, Romance with LGBTQ+ Rep. (Standalone)
🔖Lies Beyond the Bluff - Urban Fantasy/Paranormal, Mystery, elements of Platonic Romance. (Standalone)
🔖Exiled Sanctum - Japan-inspired Cyberpunk, Sci-Fi Fantasy, Dystopian, LGBTQ+ Romance implied but not the primary focus. (Duology possible)
I hope you enjoyed the peak into my inspirations for them! Let me know of which ones caught your eye the most!
Thanks for the tag! This is an excerpt from the start of a chapter in Exiled Sanctum in the veiwpoint of Faine, one of the main character’s, that I wrote last:
Why did I bother scavenging for that damn keycode on my own?
One wrong move and the entire Qredo Restriction Regiment are on my heels. Their Stiffler's flare dense shocks among the overcrowded streets. Strong enough to paralyze me in a single bolt. Sunlight trickles through skyscrapers, mismatching advertisements lining every crevice that mimic a sprawl of realistic movements into the air above. For a split second, the electric lines and murmurs from the year-old government action hum a silent melody. The hard drive quivers with minuscule, white sparks in the nest of my front pocket.
Good, at least I had enough time for my mechanical magic to sink into its interior wiring.
I swerve my way across neon-plated passageways, my throat hitching as I narrowly avoid tripping on air from the adrenaline rush.
“Come back 'ere you grimy Exile! You can’t run forever!” I shiver, creating more distance. I recognize that voice anywhere, a rough snarl of muddied sewage. Commander Slyff. In charge of keeping all of the Exile's in line.
I need to get back to safety in the Saigh District so Juro can send the hard drive information over to our informant. Fast. Just have to slip by Sector Patrol, easy.
Gently tagging: @iloveanimalsmorethanhumans, @enne-uni, and anyone else who would like to play!
Last Line Challenge
Thanks @blind-the-winds for the tag! And boy, did I hoist myself on my own petard by waiting this long to post this, because the last scene I wrote was a heartbreak and a half. This will be way more than just one line, but I would do it a disservice by omitting the preceding few.
From Shadows, a Don't Starve/Borderlands Rhack crosssover...
“Fuck you.” Rhys’s shattered voice is barely above a whisper. Jack should not be able to hear it from where he stands. But the words ring through his ears just the same. “I have to save my daughter, Rhys. There was no other way.” Jack turns his back on the throne once more and walks. He’s barely taken two steps by the time Rhys’s heavy silence behind him gives way to more curses, then pleas, then promises of help, promises of anything and everything: as long as Jack stays, as long as he doesn’t leave, please, Jack, please, for the love of everything, don’t leave me alone here, you can’t leave me, please, Jack, please, I’m begging you, JACK, PLEASE— Fists clenched so hard that his knuckles are cracking, Jack keeps walking forward, covering the unbearably long distance to the open portal step by agonizing step. He does not look behind him a second time.
Gently tagging @maddstermind, @worldsfromhoney, @reading-by-the-pale-moonlight, and leaving the tag open for anyone who wants to play.
10 Songs Tag
Thanks for tagging me, @dyrewrites!
Rules: Use your WIP playlist and put it on shuffle. Write the first 10 songs that come up and quote your favorite lyrics from each song and/or the lyrics that fit your WIP best (they might be the same lyrics), then tag 10 people.
Tagging gently: @thepitflower @worldsfromhoney @unmellowyellowfellow @iloveanimalsmorethanhumans @enne-uni and any others.
Since I only have a playlist for Cloaked in Dusk, thus that's the WIP I'm working with for this! This is a WIP I haven't mentioned much yet. Some lyrics may link/hint to the story in some way too, but that's another reason why I love them!
Capture the wild things and bring them in line
Ashes - The Longest Johns
And own what was never your right to confine
The lives and the loves and the songs are what matters
I'll tend to the flame, you can worship the ashes
Where I go, will you still follow?
Thus Always to Thryants - The Oh Hellos
Will you leave your shaded hollow?
Will you greet the daylight looming?
Learn to love without consuming?
Rage against the waking dawn
Battle Cry - The Family Crest
Take the seconds of this life
And pull them through your palms
And we'll be drinking through memories, and laughing with enemies
So Close To Magic - Aquilo
We made back when we were so young
Pain is what you desire
Start a War - Klergy
The pen is mightier than the sword
Home to Me - Devil and the Deep Blue Sea
How dare you love me like you never known fear
You've got more troubles than minutes in a year
Never let them take the light behind your eyes
The Light Behind Your Eyes - My Chemical Romance
I failed and lost this fight
Never fade in the dark
Every word I say is kindling
Curses - The Crane Wives
But the smoke clears when you're around
All the living are dead and the dead are living
In Our Bedroom After The War - Stars
The war is over and we are beginning
So why are they pointed at my head?
Liar - The Arcadian Wood
All have been lead astray
We've all fallen short in some way
Colorblock Interlude - Novelette/Novella WIP ⏳️
Genre: MLM Romance, Time Travel, Action & Adventure
Stage: Drafting/plotting (More info to come)
Playlist
Cover reveal below!
Cover made by mgsdesiigns
Heads Up Seven Up
Thank you for tagging me, @maddstermind !
Rules: Post seven lines (or paragraphs, etc) from your WIP, and tag seven people!
Tagging: @enne-uni @iloveanimalsmorethanhumans @sm-writes-chaos @awleeofficial @dyrewrites @unmellowyellowfellow @petals4soho
After the cut is a recent excerpt from Colorblock Interlude!
In each nanoscopic slip of time, he transverses the bare limits of their outcomes. One glance at his star-splattered blue eyes and we'd aim to recover what’s lost from others; even if that meant losing ourselves along the line. Yet, that was the mere start—the mere start of how he roped me into another one of his schemes.
Afternoon sun slits through the window blinds into our apartment, an iridescent glow painting across the living room. Half-eaten plates of yakitori rest on the tabletop–a cold reminder that it has been nearly three days since we were absent from the present.
"Ready to take a risk, Astin?" Harper asks, a smirk playing at the cusp of his lips while his hand extends in my direction. I look up hesitantly, avoiding eye contact as much as possible or we'd fall back into a loop of the past.
Incorrect Quotes Tag Game 🗨
This looks exciting! Thank for tagging me, @iamwritehere
Rules: Share incorrect quotes with your OCs using this link
Softly tagging: @enne-uni and @iloveanimalsmorethanhumans, and open to anyone else as well!
For the characters, I used Harper and Astin from Colorblock Interlude! ⏳️
Astin: Damn, the power went out. Harper: Don’t worry, I got this. Harper: *shakes rapidly and starts to light up* Astin: What-? Harper: I swallowed a glow stick! Astin, on the verge of tears: WHY WOULD YOU-
Astin: What's wrong with you? Harper: Off the top of my head, I'd say low self-esteem, a lack of paternal affection, and a genetic predisposition for anxiety and depression.
Harper: My hands are cold. Astin: Here, let me hold them. Harper: My lips are cold too. Astin: *covers Harper's mouth with his hand*
I laughed harder than I should've from how in character these turned out to be 😂
Julian Durchdenwald
Pen name: J.D. Greenoak
Nickname(s): Jul/Ian
𓆙: Coffee☕.
𓃠: Capricorn♑.
𓆙: INFJ-T [Advocate].
𓃠: Germany🇩🇪.
𓆙: Guitar🎸.
𓃠: Winter❄️.
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Hi, good day to you all. My name is Julian, but you can call me Jul/Ian as captioned above. Fun fact, I am currently working on 14 novels already and another fun fact is I have only started two out of those fourteen novels for this year.
Anyway, with that aside I hope you are all here to see my growth as a young student writer into an author. Haters can fuck themselves, ahem; pardon my french @juliuscorbin.
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Collaboration with:
Meet Jove, he is like a family to me and is quite the emotionless, cold, stoic yet respectable and the most gentlemanly man I know. And hey, not only that he writes great poems and is one great poet who plays the piano too.
there’s something in listening to music and scrolling through pinterest. all of a sudden you get this super hype and you’re like YES YES YES!! it’s like you have that POWER but you don’t know what to do with it bc you’re just having the moment with the music and inspiring images in pinterest that give you random vague ideas but you’re not WRITING. IT’S NOTHING CONCRETE IN YOUR MIND, IT’S JUST VIBES, BUT SO GOOD VIBES LIKE, FUCK YEAH.
and then it’s gone before you can catch something concrete in your brain.
there are two moods reading something you wrote months ago:
this is garbage
i am a GODDESS
i'm seeing these posts so i'm gonna do it just for fun (knowing i'll get five notes at most), but writer's version:
100 notes and i'll try to post regularly on instagram.
200 notes and i'll make a routine to write daily.
300 notes and i'll start to exercise, drink more water, eat fruit and study more.
500 notes and i'll FINISH WIPS (works in progress).
1k notes and i'll EDIT MY BOOK.
2k notes and i'll propose marriage to my best friend.
5k notes and i'll go to mexico to see a boy (please don't) (i'll never get 5k (i hope)).
EDIT: Y'ALL ARE CRAZYY. crying bc now i'll have to do the stuff but i love you all.
"looks like a cinnamon roll but can actually kill you" this "looks like can kill but but is a cinnamon roll" that-- WHAT ABOUT "is a cinnamon roll AND can kill you"
OR "looks like can kill you and can actually kill you but deep inside there's a cinnamon roll"
'this will get me to the pulitzer prize or a madhouse' — me writing.