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WIP INTRO | Cal Magney’s Bouquet of Hydrangeas

Camp NaNoWriMo, July 2022

DISCLAIMER: This is my original work that I’m choosing to share. Plagiarism in any form will not be tolerated. 

genre: litfic (duh)

pov: vignettes and a nonlinear timeline with alternating POVs!!! 

what: father and daughter are a little too similar for their own goods. they fight, they mediate, there’s whirlwind romances at boarding school, a gay art history professor with a mullet, an emotional support english teacher, a huge old house that’s probably haunted, gay aunts who like tarot cards and traveling, and lots of pranks and assorted mayhem

when & where: london (shoutout to dallon for answering my questions), switching between the late 70s and late 90s 

who:

etta magney: age 17, she/her, kind of a bitch, perpetually unimpressed, lowkey a hopeless romantic, super close with her dad(s), heavily enjoys not living up to her potential 

cal magney: 17 and 36 for the most part but it skips around a lot, he/him, had etta super young, also kind of a bitch, the disgraced heir to a massive fortune and one of the oldest noble houses in britain, really likes david bowie

evan doyle: 17 and 36 for the most part, he/him, cal’s not-husband and etta’s stepdad, he and cal dated in high school, took a break, and got back together. he’s the gay art history professor with a mullet and earrings. super cool and super smart.

lucien tahir: 17, he/him, etta’s best friend and love interest, penchant for absolute mayhem, would not commit arson but i would not rule it out bc he is definitely capable of it 

ollie tahir: 17, he/him, lucien’s twin brother and etta’s other best friend, also loves mayhem, is the only one with a shred of dignity and/or common sense out of the three of them, would probably commit arson

also featuring:

jamey reed: cal’s brother from another mother, definitely has undiagnosed ADHD

ms millard: aforementioned emotional support english teacher for both cal and etta

elvira: gay aunt who loves tarot cards, partner is roxy, gay aunt who loves traveling and cowboy boots

smith: he is weird 

+ the rest of etta’s weird aunts and uncles aka cal’s ragtag group of gay friends from high school

themes and aesthetics: receiving a bouquet of your favorite flowers just because, old tudor houses, london when it’s raining, trying to do homework in a grand old library, crisply pressed school uniforms, smoking out your dorm window, scratched records, berets and knee-high socks with mary janes, hiding behind a pillar, stomping in puddles on the sidewalk, dancing in the kitchen with your parents

ok so what’s the plot: y’all know i love a good story where nothing actually happens. it just kinda goes back and forth between cal’s school days and etta’s school days until the reader understands why they’re so similar and fight so much but at the end of the day love each other because that’s the beauty of a healthy family relationship. cal falls in love with evan, etta falls in love with lucien, cal fights with his mother, etta fights with her father, lots of parallels. 

taglist: @dallonm @august-iswriting @rataltouille @jennawritesstories @smalltownwriter @phiwrites @lottieiswriting​ @writing-in-liminal-spaces​ @rowenkrahn​ ask to be +/- :)

wip re-intro: the beginning and end of everything

(more commonly referred to as tbaeoe)

NANOWRIMO 2023

DISCLAIMER: this is my original work that i am choosing to share with my mutuals and the writing community. plagiarism in any form will not be tolerated.

playlist linked here

genre: new adult romcom/litfic-ish?

status: outlining draft 2, hopefully starting drafting in september

tag: #tbaeoe

summary: 22-year-old ty kassisieh has no direction. on his gap year between undergrad and grad school, he picks up a job at a library nearby, hoping it’ll provide him with a sense of passion. or, at the very least, money, so he can move out of his parents’ house. the library is where he meets jude, a seemingly emotionless stick-in-the-mud hellbent on ruining all of ty’s fun. little by little, ty makes it his mission to crack jude and become his friend. jude caves, and as their relationship blossoms, ty befriends a young library patron named madison who helps him not only to accept his sexuality, but to derive passion and ambition out of life. also there are dogs. 

the characters: 

ty kassisieh (he/him)

- messy enfp and all-around demon of chaos

- pretentious english major bitch with an achillean complex

- has a tattoo of a chair

jude olsen-jacobs (he/him)

- obsessively type-a intj who talks like he’s constantly running for office

- would definitely start a bar fight over the red sox

- lady gaga stan

ada kassisieh (she/her)

- ty’s genius, harvard grad, astrophysicist twin sister. also his only friend

- a true enigma of a woman

- has a panera problem

also featuring:

diane, ty’s mother who is bonkers in the way only a rich white middle-aged mom can be

omar, ty’s dad who is the stark opposite of his wife but they love each other so much

dorothy, ty and jude’s boss who is truly a crackpipe of a human being. words cannot capture.

madison, ty’s bestie from the library who is literally nine years old

uncle hubie, jude’s bernese mountain dog that is actively plotting murder (or so ty is convinced)

this book is my heart. my soul. my love. my everything. hope one day u guys can read it and love it as much as i do <3

taglist (dm to be +/-):

@dallonwrites @rataltouille @ghostsofmemories​ @jennawritesstories​ @smalltownwriter​ @phiwrites​ @lottieiswriting​ @writing-in-liminal-spaces​ @rowansghost​

gonna introduce u guys to the characters in my new unnamed wip so i can start shitposting about them. they're all coworkers at a sandwich shop on a beach-town-island type place

FAITH -- mc, surfer ex-catholic with extreme mommy issues who self-medicates with weed and the beach. she tries to be a nonjudgemental person but people just suck too much. favorite activity is hustling pool

KEYES -- faith's adoptive brother who should be wearing crocs, dropped out of college after a week so he could surf instead of going to class. favorite activity is insisting that a jimmy buffet x ozzy ozbourne collab would create world peace.

BAY -- pickup truck stoner lesbian with an affinity for crystals, drugs, and witchery. favorite activity is sleeping with people and trying to read their tarot cards afterwards

SOLSTICE aka SUNNY -- 18 year old part-time worker who was put on this earth to humble people and convince austin that the shop is haunted. favorite activity is being mean to people she went to high school with.

COHEN -- sandwich shop owner, ex-con and classic rock superfan who named all the sandwiches on the menu after his employees and john bonham. favorite activity is being the reason his restaurant smells like weed.

AUSTIN -- cohen's nephew who's on summer break, frat boy, thinks puka shell necklaces are cool, believes in ghosts. favorite activity is being the center of attention even though he has no discernible talents

silly excerpt from the beginning

taglist (dm to be +/-) (i only have 1 taglist)

@dallonwrites @ghostsofmemories @rataltouille @jennawritesstories @avasghost

@cilantrospirit

@coffeeandcalligraphy @phiwrites @lottieiswriting @orevius

wip tag is #[untitled wip]

Sin Eaters WIP Intro

The Great Sin - No one knows exactly what it was but everyone knows what it created: The world they have to survive for hundreds of years now with dangerous monster roaming the barren lands outside the huge city that holds humans and horned ones within its walls.

The only ones who can withstand them are the horned ones, organized into the elite group called Sin Eaters, and only the best of the best among the human fighters will become part of this group as a fighting partner to a horned one to have their backs out in the field.

At least that is what everyone gets told.

When Talindra raises into the ranks of the Sin Eaters herself and gets paired with Wynthan she soon learns there is more to the Sin Eaters and her own game of hiding from the authorities than she knew. With Wynthan's help she uncovers the true history about the Sin Eaters.

Things would be easier if the government wouldn't watch them whenever possible and if there wouldn't be this weird connection between Talindra and Wynthan no one could explain. Oh, and if there weren't the little issue with them being into each other and not knowing if this is real or the strange connection.

When a huge mission to protect the city ends in most of the dispatched pairs killed by the high class monsters, Talindra and Wynthan find themselves with the few survivors left alone in the wild without any way to get help and the only chance to try to make the long way back home on their own and finde something they didn't expect.

WIP blog @sin-eaters-wip

Warnings for: blood, nudity, mentions of brainwashing, mentions of abuse, sex, death

First Line Tag Game

Rules: post the first spoken lines of the main characters (however you define that) of your WIP with no context whatsoever. 

hm, this is a good one...i have like 3 wips right now but i’ll go with the best one for dialogue :^)

Bhijirio: “Can I ask something?”...“How do you hold forks? I mean, how do you do anything? Your hands are literally the size of plates.” Miraak: “I ask Tharya to do it for me.”

thank you for the tag @nusaran! tagging forth: @elventhief, @nuwanders, and anyone else who sees this and wants to join in! (tag me so i can see when you do it, i wanna look at y’alls wips)

LYRA — WIP introduction

Genre: Urban Fantasy / Action / Romance

Setting: An alternate Earth where humans, werewolves, orcs, elves and other mythical creatures co-exist.

Audience: New adult

Point of view: First person, Lyra; though there will be other POVs

Status: Outlining / 1st draft

SYNOPSIS

The Human Werewolf, Lyra Parrish, is a mute young woman, who fights for her life in the brutal world of underground werewolf fights.

The mysterious figure, Lowell Leon, returns to London, finding himself drawn back into the underbelly of the city. Following a silent prayer, he finds a fighting pit full of monsters, except one.

When she transforms into the beast she thought she couldn't, he is there to pick up the pieces of her broken life...that is if she allows him to do that.

CHARACTERS

Lyra “The Human Werewolf” Parrish: is a mute young woman fighting for her life every night in werewolf pits.

Lowell Leon: is a mysterious figure who comes back to London, with a particular interest in Lyra.

Adam Ryan: is the Beta of Rahil pack and is Lyra's "boyfriend".

Ajax Ryan: is the Alpha of a neighboring pack and is Adam Ryan's twin brother. He shares Lyra with his brother.

Joe-Martin: is Lyra's manger and owner, a dwarf, who is also the owner of the strip club: Headless Pony Express.

Byron “King” Johnson: is Lyra's gruff next-door neighbor, a Orc/Werebear hybrid, who was once the underground fighting champion but is now retired.

Dr. Lizbeth Barr: is a mother figure to Lyra and was pack doctor of Rahil pack, but was kick out of the pack.

Gregory Parrish: is the Alpha of Rahil pack, and Lyra's alcoholic neglectful father.

Odina: a forgotten indigenous goddess, who is now one of Lowell's psychopomps and adopted older sister.

Winston Yamamoto: is Lowell's butler, a elf/vampire hybrid.

Meechew (me•chew): a stray talking two-tailed Maine Coon cat living in Lyra's apartment complex.

Indigo Aarons: is Lyra’s younger step sister, who also works for Joe Martin as a striper at the Headless Pony Express.

James Balsa: a werewolf fighter promoter, looking to promote his new fighter, Benga.

Benga "The Beast of Elves Street" Elaine: is a elf/werewolf hybrid, who is looking to become the new underground fighting champion.

wip: hand of the caged

genre: new adult. high fantasy.

tw: violence, misogyny, forced/child marriage, murder, major character death, incest.

But the concept of pure birthright seemed to dwindle as more moons arrived and fled since the Golden Age. Illegitimacy festered in the swells of Adilistan and the houses grew restless. Gone were the days of prideful founders and come were the days of unsatisfied descendants who itched and yearned for more. The validity of the Goddess and mortal’s union was a greatly disputed matter, and factions rose that rejected the Faith, and the throne with it.

A Noon upon the throne was no longer a sign of stability for the realm, rather a mockery of those who kept it alight with no reward. Crimson rivulets trickled into Adilistan, carrying with them whispers of illegitimacy and caucuses that disputed behind closed doors the claims and rights of House Noon.

character list:

Sabah Noon: Princess of Adilistan and rightful heir after the murder of her older sister at the hands of her uncle. Flees the palace with her mother’s handmaiden.

Rayan Lahari: known as ‘the runaway heir’. Fled his family and life after witnessing the cruel realities of power and how it changes people. Now lives a life of crime by stealing to help provide for his people.

Kiran: handmaiden to the Queen. Companion to the King. Tasked with aiding Sabah in her fight for the throne.

Fatimah Noon: Princess of Adilistan and older sister to Sabah. Assassinated by orders of her uncle, who usurps the throne after her and her father’s deaths.

Junaid Noon: King of Adilistan. Assassinated by his brother in law.

Bandagi Laal: Queen Consort of Adilistan. Taken captive by her brother upon the deaths of her husband and daughter.

Waqas Laal: brother to the Queen. Son is married to Princess Fatimah Noon. Plots the murder of his son’s wife and his own brother in law. Installs his son upon the throne.

Zayn Laal: husband to Princess Fatimah Noon. Made King after her and the King’s deaths.

tag-list (lmk if u want to be added or removed): @lil-stark @wipsbymor @anonymousfoz @thesoftestofpetals

WIP INTRO -- Cryptid Falls

update 1

Genre: Sci-fi Horror

Setting: London, November 1972 - January 1973

Synopsis: Nadia Kingston is a teen runaway, desperate to get as far away from St. Agnes’ Children’s Home as she possibly can. So when she finds the Grimm Crew, a group of teens her age who describe themselves as “so far outside of it they’re practically not real”, it’s a no brainer. But when that description turns out to be true, Nadia is left with a choice. Live on the streets in fear of someone finding her and sending her back to the Children’s Home, or Join the Unreality. It’s another no brainer.

Vibes: green city lights and tunnels, glowing eyes, the feeling of isolation, the twilight zone, empty movie sets, adrianne lenker’s songs

Characters: Nadia Kingston (narrator, 16) - unknowingly a missing person in manchester, confused Edith Kingsley Stevens (17) - suddenly an investigator into the unreality?!, suspicious Basira Windell (18) - leader of the grimm crew :p, tired Vanessa Jones (16) - the only one who does her job, also confused most times Andre Graham (19) - bro just wants to leave, SICK OF IT !

Excerpt:

The cue ball crashes into black, and Andre’s won again.

“Fuck you.” groans Basira. Andre laughs, looking at me.

“Nadia almost beat me.” He says.

“Nadia doesn’t talk.” Vanessa says harshly, collecting the object balls and placing them back in their respective places so we can play again. “Maybe that’s why she’s so good.”

And all their eyes are on me. I shrug, chalking the tip of my pool stick. “We played pool in the orphanage.”

That’s all that needs to be said. Vanessa removes the triangle and Andre prepares to break the rack. This is how ghost hunters relax.

WIP INTRO — Edge of the Banished

Genre: Gothic Horror

Setting: A made-up island in the 1920s

Synopsis: Exile is miserable. The two years Asha and Aleksander were supposed to serve are up and they’re still trapped. There’s no way to pass the time anymore. They’re struggling to pay rent and can barely afford proper food. All they can do is surround themselves with the sick and dying. But soon power hungry leaders will cause Aleksander to snap. And when he does, he's bringing Asha down with him.

Vibes!!: pomegranates, fruit in general, habours, the moon, blood soaked clothes, clock towers, ripped book pages, chess, operas, roses

Characters:

Aleksander Burton (narrator, 17) - wannabe doctor (very much a murderer)

Asha Patel (narrator, 16) - a bit more sane (until she isn’t)

Morana Holmes (17) - secretary for murder plots (landlord???)

Zoya Farley (16) - evil maybe not really just poor and a pirate :(

thats all bye bye !

WIP INTRO — Sleepless Cities (Unreality Book #2)

Genre: Sci-fi Horror

Setting: London/New York, 1973

Synopsis: Nadia Kingston has left the Grimm Crew and is wandering the streets of London with little money and no plan. It’s only a coincidence that she meets Nikolai Davis, a loud, party animal with questionable morals. She joins his band, a seemingly good idea at first. But overtime it begins to spiral out of control and starts to feel too much like a relationship from the past.

Edith Kingsley Stevens is back with her mother. She’s been abandoned by all her friends and her old neighbourhood is too quiet. No late night party with night school friends can fix the peace. Edith starts searching for any excitement she can get, and falls into a deep hole of identity struggles and guilt as her mother continues to remind her that the last three years have been entirely her fault.

Vibes!!: bright cities, rock music, blue lakes, underground clubs, windowsills, cold showers, rainy days, blue-ish purple with warm lights :3

Characters:

Nadia Kingston (narrator, 17) - lead guitarist in a band, sad :(

Edith Kingsley Stevens (narrator, 17) - a student in night school, she is also sad :(

Nikolai Davis (18) - EVIL EVIL, lead singer in the band

Asha Patel (18) - here for a good time not for a long time, student

Matilda (James, Sally) Myers (16) - very nice :3, drummer in the band

Pandora Kingsley (45) - edith’s mom, principal

that’s all have a good day :3

when you go (leave your shadow behind) 

pairing: Regulus Black/James Potter, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

summary:

The door opens and the light from the hall pours through, illuminating a silhouette. Regulus feels the air freeze in his lungs as he tracks his gaze frantically over rumpled brown hair and wide eyes.

“James!? What are you doing here?” His voice comes out a croak, cracked and an octave too low. Hesitantly he steps closer only to find himself twisted backwards and slammed violently against the wall.

“I’m not James.” The boy says roughly, his green eyes flashing as he jabs his wand directly into Regulus’s neck. “James is dead.”

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uni student suffering

love YA + contemporary romance & mythological fantasy stories!!!

drabble & fanfic writer, but my main projects are original wips

a romanticist by HEART.

i say i'm a plotter, but i write an outline and never follow it, uhhh

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current wips -> project: princess bari

[currently outlining] korean mythology-fantasy story where the abandoned princess ventures to the depths of hell to attain a cure for the ill king, stealing her betrothed dragon prince's pearl along the way.

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live again - excerpt

HI THIS IS AN EXCERPT OF A WIP I'M REWRITING HOPE YOU ENJOY THANKS FOR READING <3

Author’s note: This is hopefully motivation for me to re-write this project and fantasy it up a bit more! To anybody reading this, I would love your thoughts & reactions to the content. Feel free to reblog/comment/like. This is a first draft scene, so no critical feedback pls, but I would love to hear your thoughts, so feel free to share them. 

MY EYES FLEW open and adjusted to the glowing white walls surrounding me. I was standing in a massive room packed with people. As bodies shoved me, I became a bowling pin in the midst of the crowd. 

Who were these people? I winced as an arm jabbed me in the rib and as a leg kicked me in the shin. I looked down—my clothes were soaked, my dark brown hair dripping with water.

Where was I? The last memory I had was of heading over to Will’s apartment. I couldn’t recall taking a swim—it was still winter—so how did I end up here?

I scanned the room; it was the size of a department store and had a pungent odor. My stomach churned, and I wanted to gag when I saw everyone coated in blood. What happened to them? I could hear murmurs of confusion and shouts. I pursed my lips and cringed at the smell entering my nostrils. 

There were people searching for an exit, but most were pushing left. Where were they going? This was ridiculous; the door had to be somewhere. Ignoring the dreadful stench, I waded to the wall closest to me and banged on it.

“I’m calling the cops!” I yelled. A sudden cold blast of air hit me, and I stumbled back, hitting someone. I fumbled to get my phone, but it wasn’t in any of my pockets. 

“Let me out!” When I banged again, the cold air was harsher. My teeth were chattering, and I was shivering. The fabric of my shirt stretched as I pulled on the edges, trying to stop it from sticking to my skin. 

“Hey!” I shouted. Amid the crowd, I grabbed someone’s arm in passing. The wave of people caused me to stagger; my slippers squelched in protest. My hand wrapped around a wrist, and I pulled a young girl in front of me. What was she doing here? 

Her hair was tangled and matted. Bruises spread across her arms and legs. When I looked to see what she was wearing, I saw blood splattered all over her ragged shirt. 

I gasped and shoved her away. The girl stumbled back. With a cry, she bumped into someone and fell. 

“Where am I?” I crouched down and locked eyes with the girl. “Do you know where we are? Were we kidnapped?” My throat tightened as I said the words. Where were the bodyguards when I needed them?

She shook her head. Her hands trembled. “N-no. Th-that’s not it.” 

“Are you stupid? We’re trapped. Am I supposed to know who you are? Do you know who I am?”

“N-no.”

“Are you sure you weren’t with me when I got kidnapped or something?” My mind flipped through the suspects, but there were none. 

“I’m telling you that’s not it. We didn’t get kidnapped.”

“People are bleeding, and so are you. Everyone’s looking for an exit before some psychopath comes back.”

Her mouth opened. Closed. “Did you see the screen?” 

I snorted. “There is no—” My breath caught as a screen appeared, taking up half the wall. On it were the words: Sohee Young. Female. Time of death: February 14, 13:12. 

I brushed my forehead and winced at the dull throb. The hand that grazed it was coated in blood. My eyes widened, and the hairs on the back of my neck rose. 

“Is this a joke?” I scoffed and pointed to the screen as I stood. “Do you see this?”

The girl shook her head. “O-only you can see it. It only appears when it’s your turn.” 

My turn? Was this when the psychopath would kill me? I clenched my trembling hands into fists.

“How do you know? Did you see the psychopath?” No reply. 

I kept my eyes on the screen. It showed me standing in front of someone’s door—Will’s. So this psychopath was a stalker, too. My eyes traced the familiar hallway of his apartment, the dim light, searching for a shadow. And, as if someone dumped a bucket of cold water on me, I remembered.

Will had been cheating on me. Six months of my devotion to my ex-boyfriend had crumbled that day when I realized he was using me for money and fame. To him, I was a steppingstone to stardom. A shaky breath escaped my lips as I recalled walking in right as he kissed another girl. I should have slapped him.

On the screen, I was grabbing his car keys, my face blank. Where was the stalker? It was impossible to film me from this angle. Unless… they had cameras installed in Will’s house already.

“There is no psychopath. I’m sure of it,” the girl whispered. “If there were, why would they show us these videos?” 

“Give and take? Karma?” I murmured, my gaze glued to the screen in front of me. 

I watched myself shut his door. The moment I did, I saw my façade crack. My face reddened, and my chin quivered. There were no tears. Instead, I tightened the grip I had on the key chain. I remembered what I had thought then: He had taken my pride and had stomped all over it, so I’d take his—his car. I wish I had. 

The scene changed, and I closed my eyes, body stiff and frozen. My breath caught in my throat, and I couldn’t remember how to breathe. 

I didn’t need to see it to know. I could remember the desperate feeling of wanting to sink his car into the ocean. But sinking his car was a waste of time. Why do that when I could throw away the only keys he had? 

I watched myself run to the pier and sit on the railing, chest heaving. Just as I was about send his keys flying, a running man crashed into me, pushing me off the edge and into the sea. I remembered the screams and shouts, all of which became distant ringing in my ears as soon as the freezing water engulfed me. 

Once I hit the water, my hands and legs flailed in an attempt to push myself back up, but the water pulled me in deeper. I tried to hold my breath but failed, instead inhaling gulps of water. It had rushed in, and the sting of it had me screaming like someone’s bare hands were tearing my limbs apart. My body felt cold as I watched myself trying to survive on the screen. I was frozen in place until the screen showed me taking my last breath.

I covered my mouth with my hands as I paled, and my body started to tremble. Proceed left was written on the screen. Then it faded. That was it. Not even the screen could sympathize with my death, with how ridiculous it was. 

What kind of twisted game was this? 

I placed my hands over my chest, feeling the reassuring thump of my heartbeat. How was I able to feel my heart if I were dead? Dead people had no heartbeat. Yet the memory seemed so clear. How did this make sense? 

Nothing about this situation did. How did everyone else get here? Where were we going? And, most importantly, what was this place?

“If we really are dead, how did you die?” I asked, turning my head to the side. My words trailed off at the end as I realized that the girl, along with the rest of the crowd remaining, was approaching the exit door, which appeared like the screen did. Was that where everybody was heading earlier?  

I sighed. I’d never relied on anyone—why start now?

I followed the crowd as people started to move, which was unusual because I was usually the one leading. As I walked toward the exit, my mind flickered back to the date, February 14th, Valentine’s Day. 

Wasn’t that ironic. 

I halted as I stood in line, whatever line I was in. There were several since everyone was jumbled together. Other than the occasional mutters, silence encased the room. My lip trembled as tears blurred my vision.

I wiped the dripping water that rolled down my cheeks. The feeling was foreign since I hadn’t cried in years. Mom never could stand my swollen eyes, and Dad hated listening to anyone’s whining or sobbing. 

My quiet sobs turned into nerve-wracking ones as my body shook intensely. My shoulders slumped, and I covered my face to hide from others. Not that they cared. 

Not that anyone did. 

Turns out, the phrase ‘first come first served’ still applied, even to a dead person. The crowd, which used to be similar to a scatter plot, was organized into a single-file line. It seemed like most people knew where to go now. The fact that I realized this far too late didn’t matter, though—I was going to drag myself to the front. Besides, being dead didn’t change me. Though my outfit was less glamorous, and I wasn’t on Broadway, it didn’t mean I wasn’t Sohee Young.

“Excuse me.” I flashed a smile at the girl from earlier as I stood next to her. She was the one closest to the door, almost third in line. I glanced back at the number of people behind her. Probably a hundred or so? How she got there was a wonder to me. “What’s your name again?” 

A person midway from the line gave me the stink eye. I gave him a sheepish grin and pointed at the girl.

“Um.” She fidgeted. Glancing away, she took a step back. Her head faced the ground, and her hair fell in front. That was quick. Then again, she didn’t seem like someone who would resist, which was nice of her but also made her a stepping-stone. I stepped in front of her and took her spot. The girl was still silent, fidgeting with her fingers. 

My lips parted as I realized that there was no more blood on her chest, as if it had never been there. I didn’t feel the dull throb of my head pounding, and could no longer smell the odor of blood floating around the room. I tapped my finger on my forehead, noticing how smooth the skin was. There was no dried blood on it, no liquid. What happened to my cut? My clothes and hair were drying, but I was still wet. I glared at the people going through the door—what was this, a security clearance? 

My eyebrows raised at the sight of someone disappearing through the door. Then, there were red and green flashes—from what I didn’t know. 

“Did you see that?” I asked, turning around.

The girl cleared her throat. “Um, yes?”

Two more people ahead of me. “This better not be another joke.” A green flash.

One more. 

Another green flash. 

My turn. I let out a breath, running a hand through my soaked hair, trying to smooth out my wrinkled, half-dry clothes. Stopping halfway, I cursed at the habit. I wasn’t going up against some runway model, and probably not some psychopath with a gun, either. Whoever organized all this was worse. Way worse.

I rolled my shoulders and opened the door. As soon as I stepped through, I was under a full body scanner like the ones at the airport. The machine glowed red. No shutters, just silence. I narrowed my eyes and clenched my fists. 

Suddenly, alarms screamed right in my ear and pierced my eardrums. I winced and tried to push forward, but a glass door slammed shut in front of me. I turned around, but another door closed, preventing my escape.

“Let me through!” It was as if a banshee had its mouth directly at my ear. Everybody else from the other side of the door was peaceful, as if they couldn’t hear the ear-splitting cry. 

As quickly as it started, though, it stopped. 

“First time?” someone asked. I didn’t realize I was in a crouched position, my hands covering my ears, and my eyes tightly squeezed shut. The glass doors slid open, and I staggered out to see a woman smile at me. 

“What did you say?” I was panting, my voice hoarse from the yelling I’d done within the few seconds. She didn’t respond, but jotted notes down on her clipboard. Rude. With the click of her pen, both objects in her hand disappeared. 

“Name?” she asked. I stared at her. Her hair was wrapped in a bun, and she was wearing a pencil skirt with a beige bow blouse. A secretary? 

“Who are you?” As if I never asked the question, she raised her eyebrows.

“Name?” she asked again. 

“Why did this thing just scream at me? Why don’t you know my name?” I was still breathing heavily. “Aren’t you like a robot or something?”

She frowned. “No, I’m your P.A. until the council decides what to do with you.”

The council? There was more than one person running this? 

“What did I do?” 

“Shouldn’t you know what you did?”  

I opened my mouth and paused. No—they couldn’t know about that. That happened years back when I was a child, and I hadn’t told a single soul since then, not even the therapist. If they did know, though… a shudder ran through me. Did that mean that they had been stalking me since I was young?

“You know how I died,” I said slowly. “But you don’t know my name. Why?”

“Your name triggers all your information here. Once you tell me, I can confirm who you are and your identity.” 

“I’ll give you my name once you let me go.”

She raised an eyebrow at me. “You’re dead. But if you insist. Name?” 

“Sohee Young.” 

The pen and the clipboard appeared again. “Alright, Sohee, let’s—” Her smile paused halfway, and her face became blank. 

In an instant, she crashed to the ground, making a large, clattering noise, like pots and pans crashing together. As soon as she collided with the ground, we were in another room. I was twisting, my hands on the arms of the chair. When I tugged, they wouldn’t budge. Was I tied?

The room was like a courtroom, and the lady that fainted was on the ground in the middle. Was she okay? There was no way a human could make a noise that loud. I gasped. Parts of her skin had fallen off, revealing a metal arm and leg. The lady twitched slightly, but no sparks of electricity flew. I was right—she wasn’t human. 

In front of me, there were seven people all seated behind a huge desk. They all had an air of indignation, each having their hands clasped together while staring at me.  

What was this place?

One person stepped down—a man. He went down three stairs and approached me. I could only see the bottom half of his face, since his large hat covered the rest. He seemed to be the only one wearing a hat—why?

“You didn’t kill her, only put her through shock. Don’t worry too much about it,” he said. With a snap of his fingers, she disappeared, and he locked eyes with me. I shivered from the cold chill that crept up my spine as I stared into his glowing white eyes. He seemed too healthy to be a ghost. 

 “Sohee Young.” His words were like the whisper of a wind. It was the sound that was heard while walking on a trail alone, in the dark. “Time of death: February 14, 13:12:05. We’ve been waiting for you.”

“Why?” My voice trembled, and I grit my teeth. “I’m dead, what more could you want from me?” 

“So, you do know you’re dead,” he replied. 

Did I, though? The memory, the council, and this—it felt so real, unlike a dream. Yet my heart was still beating. My skin wasn’t ghastly, and the color was still on my cheeks—a sure sign that I wasn’t dead. 

“We’re not that sadistic,” the man said, sounding amused. “We don’t want your hearts. Where would we store them when there are billions of you?” 

Wait, what? I opened my mouth, but the sound of a slam made me jump. What was that? 

“Ah, Lina. Just in time.” Lina? Who was that? I pursed my lips and tugged on the transparent rope attached to me. A girl—Lina—was staring at the ground as she made her way over here. Her face, like the man, was hidden by the cap. She made her way over and stood next to him, and he placed his hand on her shoulder as his eyes flashed white again.

“Lina Park. Time of death: February 14, 13:12:05. Meet Sohee Young…” he trailed off as if trying to find the right word. Clapped his hands and grinned.   

“Meet Sohee Young, your replacement.”

a conversation between Sohee and the Gumiho, or nine-tailed fox in Live Again:

Sohee: This is for you, as an oath to our friendship. Or maybe a metaphor. Perceive it however you want. Gumiho: This is a bloody dagger. Sohee: Exactly. That's what our friendship will result in. Bloodshed.

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STOP I CAN’T BREATHE A CONTEMPORARY AU I LOVE THIS I’M SO EXCITED-

AND IT’S IN JAPAN

wnsnejejjsjajajakksna boarding school and slice of life please I love-

𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐎 𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐎

— italian, “little by little”

Welcome to Fujiwara Academy of Music, the most prestigious music conservatory in Japan. Balancing academics, work, and an attempt to win a lucrative scholarship is hard enough, but when Rika and Masahiro end up as duet partners, Rika has one more challenge to deal with: Breaking through to the academy’s best musician. It’s just as well that she keep trying, though. After all, chamber music is considered intimate for a reason.

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 | Contemporary romance

𝐒𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Tokyo, Japan + Kyoto, Japan

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 | Drafting

𝐏𝐎𝐕 | Third person limited

𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 | Slice of Life, Boarding School (sort of, more like university dorms), Defrosting Ice King, Elegant Classical Musicians, Opposites Attract (but also Birds of a Feather)

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Feathers in Florence

WIP Intro | Wattpad

TW: alcohol, mentioning of one-night-stands (I’m new to tw so I hope I’m doing this right…)

@thetruearchmagos @moonlitinks @mr-writes @sweetieguk @mirrorthoughts @ofwordsandfeathers

Chapter 1 – Kaz

It had been years since he entered the bar. Kaz hadn't been to Florence for a long time, in his eyes one of the most beautiful cities in the world and to celebrate the day he would visit his favorite place. The bar Angel Share had an ironic title, although its name had different roots than one might think.

„An Ardbeg, no ice“, he ordered, whereupon he was immediately given a glass with the golden liquid. The taste was bitter at first and burned on the tongue, but the longer he held it in his mouth, the sweeter it became. He drank the alcohol in small sips while his gaze swept through the crowd. Young women and men danced in the space provided, others chatted in the comfortable leather armchairs. Hardly anything had changed since his last visit. Of course, the clientele had changed, they were getting younger, but otherwise everything was the same. Someone shouted a toast and invited the whole club for a shot. Yes. Truly Florence had not changed.

As he continued to let his gaze wander through the crowd, he took a closer look at the people. He wasn't looking for a lady or gentleman for the night, like some people here, nor did he really want to be interested in the conversations, but when someone was arguing with the bartender, he inevitably overheard. Curious as to where the voices were coming from, he looked around until he saw the young red-haired woman to whom the energetic voice belonged.

„A Coke!“, she called to the bartender for the third time across the counter and pushed the full glass towards him. „There's rum in there!“ The young man behind the bar nodded and poured her something else, which was clearly no more a Coke than the drink before. Kaz sighed. He wasn't sure if he should intervene, but before he could make a decision, she had already sipped at the drink, grimaced briefly, but said nothing more. She turned back to the dancing people and Kaz followed suit. It wasn't long before he felt a look on him. It wasn't anything unusual.

Many had already stared at him, even if only a few had spoken to him. He was aware that he must come across as strange to people. The radiant aura of the Archangels was discernible even to mortals, albeit in a different way than their peers. It was a soft glow, a calm emotion. The glow of charisma. The aura of safety.

He slowly turned around until he met the eyes of the young woman who had been arguing with the bartender moments earlier. His blue and gold eyes rested on her appearance before he smiled slightly and nodded in greeting. Then he looked away again, assuming she was just like the rest of the people around him: much too shy to even exchange a word with him. But he was taught better. With a clinking sound, she put the glass down on the counter next to him and sat down on an empty stool.

„Hi“, she murmured curtly. Kaz raised his eyebrows in surprise.

„Hi“, he replied. „Didn't get the right drink?“ He pointed to her still full glass.

„Didn't get the companionship you wanted?“ Her gaze was challenging as she locked eyes with him. At first Kaz looked at her confused before he started laughing softly.

„I’m not here for the company“, he murmured, picking up his whiskey and sipping before turning his gaze back to the dance floor.

„Who believes it“, she snorted and did the same. Silence fell between the two as he didn't answer, only occasionally sipping from his glass.

„If you're not there for a nice date for one night, what are you doing here?“ He sighed softly.

„Maybe I just want to enjoy a drink and spend the evening among people“, he replied, looking back at her. „If I were looking for someone, would I just sit next to you?“ She looked unconvinced as she eyed him intently.

„Francesca“, she murmured eventually. Kaz raised his eyebrows in surprise. „My name is Francesca.“ A crooked smile formed on his lips before he reached out and held out his hand in greeting.

„Kaz. Very pleased.“ Hesitantly, she took his hand, but quickly let go and looked back at the crowd. „Why are you here alone? I mean, I don't assume you're looking for anyone.“

„No. I'm here with friends.“ Francesca indicated a small group of couples. „But…“

„They only have eyes for their partners?“, he completed her sentence. She nodded.

„Two of them only met their date tonight…“

„That's why you're worried I might be one of them?“ Again Kaz had to chuckle. „Don’t worry. I'm not that kind of person. I'm more of an observer, you understand? I'm sitting here, drinking my scotch and taking in the ambience. It's something special when you look at all this as an outsider.“ Francesca was silent for a moment and just let her gaze wander around the premises. She nodded almost imperceptibly. Lost in thought, she reached for her glass, sipped from it and made a face after the first sip.

„Rum again…”, she murmured and hastily set the glass down.

„Shall I try? Maybe it will work for me… Andrea!“ Kaz was about to call the bartender over when Francesca waved him off vigorously.

„No! All right. I better go now too. It's getting late…“ The young man behind the counter gave them both a questioning look while she got up, shouldered her bag and started to leave.

„Already? What about your friends?“, Kaz wanted to know.

„As you can see, they're doing fine without me“, she murmured.

„Wait!“ Before Francesca could step onto the street, Kaz quickly drained his glass and jumped up. However, he didn't leave the bar without calling out something to the young bartender.

„You need to listen better, Andrea!“

The street was relatively quiet compared to the bar. Although the music could still be heard clearly, the otherwise quiet night was a relief to his ears. Even when he gladly visited the Angel Share, the music was always very loud. Francesca was already walking down the street.

„You really want to go alone?“ he asked, quickly catching up with her.

„Why not? What's the alternative? That I go with you? No, thanks.“ Kaz pointed to her watch. It was past one.

„The streets are dark and you should be especially careful as a woman“, he replied. Francesca stopped and turned to him.

„What do you want?“

„That you get home safely. I can call you a cab and I'll wait for it to get here. Or someone can pick you up.“ Francesca sighed in annoyance.

„A cab is too expensive and who should I call? My friends who are getting drunk inside right now? Thanks, but I'm walking.“ It was Kaz's turn to sigh and he nodded resignedly.

„Fine. But don't tell me I didn't try.“ There was a moment of silence between them as she eyed him, tilting her head curiously. Her eyes were narrowed slightly, but a barely noticeable smile graced her lips.

„You're really not one of those“, she murmured eventually.

„Who?“

„Someone just looking for fun.“

„And what makes you believe me?“ Curious, he crossed his arms over his chest. Francesca shrugged.

„If you wanted it, you would have done it already, right?“

„Maybe. Maybe not.“ She laughed softly.

„I doubt it“, she murmured softly, smiling at him.

„And you really don't want me to call someone to get you?“ He raised an eyebrow expectantly and returned the smile.

„I’m old enough to do this myself, but no thanks.“ Kaz shrugged.

„Okay.“

„Then I wish you a nice evening and thank you for the nice conversation“, she murmured before turning away. Kaz followed her. She stopped immediately and looked at him confused, while he raised his hands defensively.

„Don’t worry. My car is over there”, he answered the unspoken question with a laugh and pointed to the silver Mercedes that was just a few meters away on the side of the road. Francesca was amazed.

„That's your car?“, she asked, raising her eyebrows at him.

„Do you mind?“, he asked. Kaz knew his Mercedes was conspicuous. Not only because it was a new model, but also because, among all the little Fiats, it screamed at the world how much money he had.

„No! No“, she replied hastily and stepped closer to the car.

„You are interested in cars?“, he asked surprised and followed her with his arms crossed again.

„A little. My dad has an auto repair shop…“, she answered rather casually while looking at the cockpit.

„I understand. Of course I could also take you with me and drop you off in front of your apartment, but something tells me that you will refuse.“ Francesca visibly hesitated before she straightened up and took two steps away from the car.

„Thanks for the offer.“ This time her words sounded more sincere. „But, maybe another time.“

„Another time? Does that mean you're considering sitting next to me in a bar again?“ Francesca chuckled.

„Maybe.“ Silence fell between them again. „I’m gonna go, then. It was a very pleasing evening, Kaz“, she finally murmured in farewell.

„Be careful“, Kaz replied, nodding her farewell. He watched her walk down the dark street before he got into his car and started the engine. Sometimes the evenings among people were really interesting, although he hadn't expected to meet anyone on the first evening back in Florence who, for once, had spoken frankly with him.

i don't want to go into percentages but the fact that im nearly 7% close to finishing my outline and can finally write this story is unbelievable to me

OF SINNERS AND SEAS

A WIP INTRO

A story to be co-written by: @lady-grace-pens & @isabellebissonrouthier

STATUS: planning and outlining

GENRE: adult. high fantasy. dark fantasy. dark romance.

CW: some gore. strong language. sexual content.

VIBES: glaring eyes. statues. piracy. the vast expanse of the ocean. violence. sin. bloodshed. candles hungry for a midnight ritual. bruised knees. crystals. tarot cards. silent gods. gazing at your enemy through a pair of wine-stained eyes. bloody lips. hunger pangs and loneliness. black magic. cults. sacrifice. cannibalism. the bitter backwash of betrayal. music in the night being echoed by the wind. history aches while the future shrieks. casual affairs. being drunk and aimless and young.

THEMES: fate. prophecy. trust. purpose. cults. spirituality. identity.

Seven pirates. Seven deadly sins. Seven acts.

All vie for dominance over their fantastical world, thinking themselves to be as close to immortal as could be. But the question of what exactly they are remains elusive.

Magic drips from their fingertips: control over the sins that rule each of their lives. With fates and visions spinning through their minds, each of the Sins grapple violently with the questions of their purpose.

How far will they go to search for the truth? Maiming and torturing, fucking and fighting, killing for a single word from a silent goddess.

And how can they expect to maintain allies when only one can live in the end?

What began as a simple roleplay has spiralled into a sprawling, character-driven tale...

Welcome to OSAS.

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Taglist: @the-inkwell-variable

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MEET THE SINS:

Envy | Pride | Lust | Greed | Wrath | Gluttony | Sloth

EXPLORE THE WORLDS:

Eiffel | Polarys & Lorallyn | Geldour |

Fantastic. I have nothing else to add to this gloriousness

welcome to the world of my story, crown of flowers! I hope you enjoy these angsty teenagers and the chaos they make as much as I do!

—We Can All be Heroes (WIP)

—introduction

✧ genre | Sci-Fi, (LGBTQ+) Romance, YA

✧ POV | third person, alternating

✧ tropes | opposites attract, slow burn, mutual pining, government corruption, super-mutated soldiers, mutant high school

✧ warnings | mentions of war, mentions of death, mentions of past emotional & physical abuse, mentions of human experimentation, genre appropriate violence, cussing/foul language

✧ elevator pitch | two mutated gay superheroes fall in love while fighting a corrupt figurehead of their respective high school.

—status

✧ status | editing // 30 chapters

✧ word count | 57482

✧ tag(s) | #wcabh

—synopsis

Jonah ‘Spit’ Doe, a student in a not-so prestigious academy for mutants, is exactly that; a mutant. Faced with discrimination for his abilities, which include his corrosive saliva and subsequent regenerative power, he’s been seen as a freak among nature. He lives up to his title, though, and has garnered quite the reputation for himself for his poor habits of picking fights, causing public unrest amongst the school, and melting school property with his spit. Spit, as he likes to be called, also holds certain beliefs that rival that of the purpose of the school; to create an army of super-powered soldiers from mere children. Spit refuses to become a dog of the military, and he lets this be known. He’s a terror on school grounds.

Now, enter Coda Redd, another student and prodigy of the school. Hand-picked by the Principal herself for his power, endurance, patience, and prestige, Coda is everything Spit stands against. Everything that Spit isn’t and refuses to become. When Coda is assigned to babysit Spit, however, as a special project from the Principal herself, will the two be able to stomach each other?

Sprinkle in bits of corruption, rebellion, and romance and you’ll have yourself their story. A story for believers, for those who hold hope for the greater good.

—characters

✧ Jonah ‘Spit’ Doe | 8teen | “No, no, I can’t. Who would I be if I just let him do his job? He’d think he fixed me, and I can’t have that. I have a reputation to uphold.”

✧ Coda Redd | 8teen | “Then why do it?! Gah, I can’t believe I fell for a moron like you!”

✧ Iven Doe | 8teen | “You think we’re safe in that school?”

✧ Kieran Doe | 7teen | “Yeah, he nearly lost his eyebrows for months!”

✧ Alphonse ‘Alfie’ Erics | 9teen | “You need to, for your own sake, make amends for whatever happened. Do what you can and don’t expect more from yourself.”

✧ Jasmine Hoyos | 8teen | “It just, it seems like you planned this for a while and you didn’t… tell me?”

✧ Noel Doe | 9teen | “Ready.”

✧ Edward Wagner | 26 | “Doe! You’re ten minutes late, mind explaining yourself?”

✧ Amias Wagner | 23 | “We want to help.”

✧ The Principal | 32 | “You could’ve been great, Jonah. A fine soldier.”

—extra

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✧ Coda Redd, Amias Wagner belong to Cass

✧ Jasmine Hoyos belongs to Arial

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@night1rst , @001arial​

@zoya-writes​ , @darkmatternonsense​

@pretend-im-normal​ , @opes-magnas​