Writing Share!

Writing Share!

Let's go with a snippet from the last flashback/backstory chapter from Kye Thalax's past (a.k.a. the day his Dad dies when Kye is a kid and leads to his revenge arc as an adult)

They didn't stop running for a while. Eldora's men were persistent, and both of them knew they would likely get killed for the treason of... escaping from her grasp. Neither of them wanted to - much less after experiencing a little taste of freedom for a year.

Still, her wrath was about as unavoidable as the Reaper's cold embrace. From where he was held in his Dad's arms, Kye had not yet seen the men following them, ever since they'd lost track of them - but he thought he saw one, up on the rooftop of one of those bright silver buildings. There was a flash of red light, barely noticeable, following them, like a laser from those movies he'd seen.

"Dad?" The seven-year-old asked, nervous, as he tried to see what the man on the rooftop was about to do. Damen, panicked, didn't answer - he'd said they needed to get to some ship. That if they got there in time, they would be safe.

But right now, as the red dot continued to follow them, Kye wasn't so sure. He tried again, this time tugging, gently, on his father's ponytail, "Dad!? Dad, what's that?"

Damen looked at him, still running, frazzled "Dear, now's not -"

He cut himself off, stopping and looking over his shoulder. Kye noticed how his eyes narrowed for a moment, and his pointy, frost-white ears twitched, a second before a sharp something whooshed through the air.

His Dad jumped to the side, curling around him and keeping the boy out of view. Meanwhile, a glass capsule flew right into his leg, shattering and spilling a dark grey, bubbling liquid into the wound. As Kye peeked from under his arms, the strange red dot was nowhere to be found.

A moment later, Damen finally dared to move, looking frantically over his shoulders and around them to see if the shooter was still taking aim. When he looked at his own leg, fingers gingerly brushing against the wound, he gasped, freezing for a moment.

Kye didn't know what his Dad had seen or recognized, but if his reaction was anything to go by, it wasn't something good. It would only be years later that Kye would look back at this moment in time and recognize this strange liquid as... poison.

His Dad had been poisoned. But now in this very instant, all that he knew, was that his Dad was scared. And he was terrified too.

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@diabolical-blue @oh-no-another-idea

@cakeinthevoid, @clairelsonao3, @sleepy-night-child

@thepeculiarbird

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@elshells, @thecomfywriter

Let me know if you'd like to be added!

Art!!!!!

Ayo check out the sketches I just made of Adrien Rosetrom and Luke Katt (from Scrapyard Boys) and a bonus beginning sketch of Nahrieh (from The Crystal of Ash).

Adrien - Pink coat, dyed hair, smoking cigarette

Luke - Bruised, dark jacket, green powers

Nahrieh - Long haired horned fey

Scrapyard Boys Taglist (-/+): @ray-writes-n-shit, @sarandipitywrites, @lassiesandiego, @smol-feralgremlin, @kaylinalexanderbooks,

@diabolical-blue @oh-no-another-idea

@cakeinthevoid, @clairelsonao3, @sleepy-night-child

@thepeculiarbird

@the-golden-comet, @urnumber1star, @ominous-feychild, @anyablackwood, @amaiguri, @lyutenw @finickyfelix

@thecomfywriter, @the-letterbox-archives

Let me know if you'd like to be added!

✦ MY WRITEBLR INTRODUCTION ✦

Hey! I've been here for a while and I've somehow amassed a shocking amount of followers and mutuals, so I figured it's finally time for me to force one of these out for you guys!

(And you know... a masterpost... when I get around to it. 😅😭)

About me:

✦ Barlowe (she/her)

✦ In my early 20s

✦ A writer of 10 years ✦ working on novels for 6 of 10!

✦ Less dedicated to—but still interested in!—drawing, animation, photography, and cinematography

✦ AuDHD and a grey lesbian (aka I'm leaning asexual) ✦ (my writing may or may not be a special interest)

✦ I have a whole bunch of other neurodivergencies besides AuDHD but I don't think y'all want me to get into all of them, haha. ✦ oh, and I say "haha" a lot. I apologize in advance.

✦ I think I'm hilarious and make jokes constantly

✦ I use a lot of emojis and tone tags to help convey tone. Please forgive me if it's annoying, it's to cope with my inability to communicate. /lh /hj

My Obsessions:

✦ Fantasy, horror, mystery, action, and exploration of realistic characters' reactions to the things they go through.

✦ Fairy tales, mythology, and folklore

✦ "Ye Olde History" and language

✦ DIVERSITY!!!

✦ Explorations of "evil-coded" characters and abilities--aka, not just showing them as evil. Show them as people (for characters) and tools (for abilities)!

✦ Traumatizing my characters just like I've been

✦ Traumatizing my characters in ways I haven't been!

✦ Learning!!!

✦ Talking way too much about the things I like to the point that I need to make a whole separate post to share it so it doesn't clutter my intro post... oh, hey, why is this linked?

✦ THE AESTHETIC!!!!

My Aesthetics:

Those who've been following me for a bit probably know that I adore "the aesthetic" and try to make my posts look nice... even if there's no real reason to besides that it gives me a little serotonin. Here's my favorite aesthetics!

✦ Starry; night sky ✦ Dawn / dusk ✦ Sunrise / sunset

✦ Nature! ✦ Forestry ✦ Cottagecore ✦ Rustic ✦ Ocean

✦ Literally all of them, please and thank you

Masterpost:

(to be added later)

My Writing:

✎ Sun and Shadow

Everything goes wrong for Freya Ula when she leaves her simple life as a fisherwoman to get engaged overseas. Her ship gets wrecked, she finds out her dad's been hiding secrets from her for her whole life, and, oh, she gets framed for a terrorist attack. Wait, WHAT!? After the city's greatest detective is attacked and disappears before she could consult with him, Frey has to enlist the help of his kid and her would-be fiancée to find out who framed her and clear her name. If only Crow was half as good a detective their dad was supposed to be.

Main characters: Freya, Crow, Daleira

✦ Urban-esque high fantasy ✦ purposely very tropey in places ✦ however, as always, I love throwing in curveballs. Wonder what's played straight and what I'm going to emotionally destroy you with. Definitely won't be Crow.

✦ Slow-burn romance between Freya and Crow ✦ immediate interest between Freya / Daleira ✦ oh, look, it's a love triangle? ✦ JOKE'S ON YOU, IT'LL ACTUALLY BE POLY ✦ it's just... going to take a while.

✦ Lesbians, lesbians everywhere ✦ though Crow is actually genderfluid and uses they/them for the first book ✦ despite barely having anything written I've already plotted a bit of book 2 ✦ I desperately need help.

✦ Unsurprisingly is a detective mystery with action mixed in ✦ I'm not typically a romance writer, I excel in action fantasy ✦ please have mercy on my soul

✦ Lots of magic, it's high fantasy + victorian aesthetic ✦ (aka "gaslamp fantasy" if you've heard of it) ✦ Freya's got sun-themed magic ✦ gasp, I know ✦ Crow's got shadow magic ✦ wonder why this sounds familiar ✦ Daleira's got, hm, well it's also shadowy! ✦ spoilers 😘

✦ About to be updated en-masse for a writing contest!!!

✎ The Arcane Rifts

Ghosts of past tragedies haunt the town of Kavo after decades of neglect. Fantastical creatures desiring nothing but fear and destruction hide in invisible tears in reality. Gangs and the police are at constant war with one another, there's a shapeshifting monster running amok, and the mayor's assistant suddenly wants a disabled orphan kicked to the streets. A year ago, Gene was discovered in the forest on the outskirts of town, half dead, amnesiac, and unable to even speak the local language. As he had nowhere to go, he was brought to the orphanage of Kavo for a place to stay. Now Caspar, the assistant of the mayor and the man who funds the orphanage, wants him kicked out. When Gene's left to the cold, cruel streets of Kavo on his own, he has to navigate through a town ravaged by decades of neglect and intrigue. Has the corruption truly been purged from the government? Why are godly forces active in Kavo, a small town in a backwater country? And most importantly--will Gene survive?

Main Characters: Gene, Tazin, Mislav, Ludmila, Rada ❧ Gene and Tazin for book 1 ❧ the other 3 start being MCs books 2 and 3 ❧ I guess Nikolai is also a MC tho

❧ Industrial-era rustic high fantasy ❧ mixes fantasy, action, horror, and mystery! ❧ oh helloooooo "ominous feychild" origin? ❧ very strong folkloric and traditional fantasy inspo ❧ except I mean "traditional fantasy" as in ❧ "we don't understand this magic stuff but we're used to it" ❧ not "travel the world adventures!"

❧ VERY involved story with strong themes of discrimination, poverty, exploitation, trauma, and the recovery from trauma ❧ each main and secondary character is one flavor of discriminated against or another in-universe ❧ obviously I try to write it respectfully, but you can't really write bigots being bigots "respectfully"

❧ Has two "main plots" going on simultaneously; technically three ❧ I periodically give the reader updated "character guides" ❧ like they get more recent plot info added kinda like a red-string board to keep you, the audience, up-to-date with info you might've otherwise missed ❧ I think it's really cool and people seem to enjoy it ❧ I know it seems like a lot but please give it a chance

❧ I've literally plotted out pretty much the entirety of the first and second books, and know most of how book 3 will go, yet there's very little out for the current version of the story ❧ part of that is because I'm paused on the 3rd draft

❧ There's lots of timeskips throughout the first two books, but they're mostly to age up the protagonists! Gene, the MC, starts the series at 7. I promise it's not a kid's story though.

❧ The "secondary MC", Nikolai, is the police chief investigating magical stuff going on at the same time. They tie in with the main story involving Gene, though won't appear to for a long while.

❧ The "golden child" series I love more than SaS; however it's on hiatus because I promised people to work on SaS first and SaS is more popular as a romance-focused story. :/ ❧ I would never be salty about that.

Taglist:

For everything: @honeybewrites @the-golden-comet @illarian-rambling @ashirisu @urnumber1star

For Sun and Shadow: @mysticstarlightduck

For the Arcane Rifts: N/A

For Rising From the Ashes: @the-letterbox-archives

To be tagged in tag games: @honeybewrites

Ask and ye shall be added

Divider by @cafekitsune

Unusual Associations Tag!

Thanks for the tag, @willtheweaver (here)!

Let's go with Emrin from The Crystal of Ash!

Seasoning: Cinammon

Weather: A cloudy day about to bring rain

Color: Forest Green

Sky: Deep grey swirled with white, the calmness of the moments before a cold rainstorm

Magic power: Nature Magic/Wild Magic, Tamed Dragon

Plant: Wolfsbane/Aconitum

Weapon: Elven Longbow and Arrow, Enchanted Blades, Skyserpent Fire

Social media: There's no social media in her setting, but if there were, I think she would probably like Tumblr and Pinterest

Candy: Wildberry cheesecake

Fear: Being a worthless monster (since she considers her human blood and impurity, because it means she'll never fully be a Levaethian Elf, and because humans represent a source of danger and sorrow to those she truly considers her people), failing to make her mentor/adoptive brother proud, being weak

Method of long distance travel: Flying on her dragon's Skyserpent's back

Art style: Sketching

Stationary: Parchment and fresh ink

Celestial body: Rogue Planet

Tagging (gently): @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab, @winterandwords, @eccaiia,

@the-letterbox-archives, @illarian-rambling@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart,

@ray-writes-n-shit @writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess,

@forthesanityofstorytellers, @finickyfelix@i-can-even-burn-salad

@cauliflowermaterial @thepeculiarbird,

@clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes,

@starlit-hopes-and-dreams and OPEN TAG

Writing Share Tag!

A snippet from Scrapyard Boys, that I am quite proud of (:

"Y'know, this is almost like a hobby to me. Hunting mutants." The masked man laughed, crowbar in one hand, gun in the other, "Yeah, it's kinda wild."

On the ground, nonchalantly, Josh rolled around to lie on his back, looking up at the man, "No, it's just sick."

The strange man paused, tilting his obscured face to the side, voice muffled by the thick mask, "You know why I'm gonna disagree with you-?"

Josh rolled his eyes, seemingly busy with something else, "I don't, but I'm pretty sure you're about to tell me."

The man didn't answer, simply kicking him over with enough force to send him careening to the side. Instead of crying out, Josh laughed - an out-of-breath sound that sounded more like crying.

A few feet away, bound up on her knees, Erin chided in, a frantic mix of panic and annoyance in her voice "...Josh, shut up. Are you out of your mind?!"

Josh stopped laughing for a moment, pulling himself up in a disjointed motion, like a possessed ragdoll learning to move - quite a disturbing sight that halted even the masked man in his tracks. His eyes crackled and swirled with pitch-black energy, and his voice was warbled when he spoke again, "No, I'm not," He giggled, the sound alternating between deep and bellowing and shrill like a broken computer.

Erin noticed that his hands were now unbound - broken, but unbound - and saw the familiar shape of his summoned nightmares beginning to loom over him like a shadow. She said nothing. He tilted his head to the side, neck cracking unnaturally, and then finished his sentence, eyes zeroed in on their attacker, multiple voices overlapping, "But he will be, soon."

The masked mobster growled, leveling his gun at the young man and firing. As the glowing bullet whizzed through the air, Josh and his shadows were faster, swatting it aside with a laugh, before - with a shrill, blood-curdling shriek, the shadows advanced on the masked one, digging into the man's mind like inky tendrils.

Scrapyard Boys Taglist (-/+): @ray-writes-n-shit, @sarandipitywrites, @lassiesandiego, @smol-feralgremlin, @kaylinalexanderbooks,

@diabolical-blue @oh-no-another-idea

@cakeinthevoid, @clairelsonao3,

@thepeculiarbird

@the-golden-comet, @urnumber1star, @ominous-feychild, @anyablackwood, @amaiguri, @lyutenw @finickyfelix

@thecomfywriter, @the-letterbox-archives

@wyked-ao3

Let me know if you'd like to be added!

Heads Up Seven Up

Thanks for the tag, @the-golden-comet (here)! Let's go with a snippet from The Crystal of Ash, for this one! (:

"You said you hated humans." Declan piped up from where he'd trudged up to walk beside their strange half-Leavathian guide. He'd never been this close to a descendant of the feyfolk before. And honestly, it was quite frightening.

The cantankerous, pointy eared girl did not look at him as she grumbled, "I do."

"Then why are you helping us?" Declan asked, with a tilted head and furrowed brows.

"I'm not." She said through gritted teeth, "You guys are just the tools to help me achieve what I want."

Declan had opened up his mouth to question what she'd meant, but behind them, Nikolay piped up before he had the chance, cheery voice laced with curiosity.

"And that is...?"

Emrin, the half-elf, shot him a sharp glare, "Paying up an old debt to someone dear to me." She paused with a growl, "And stopping that idrash'tah abomination from gobbling up my realm."

Despite himself, Declan found himself asking "What does that word mean?" and immediately regretted it.

"It means human magic." A ghost of what could be a smirk crossed her lips - and it dawned on Declan that she found her words to be quite humorous, "Elves also use it to refer to common filth."

"... Good to know." Declan answered, before stammering, "Wait, aren't you like half human? Isn't that... insulting to yourself too?"

Emrin chuckled angrily at him, "Yes, I believe that's the point," She said, before muttering under her breath, as she stalked forward and away from him, but the young man could not help but hear it "It's not like I'm fucking proud of what kind of magic runs through my veins."

Tagging (gently): @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab, @winterandwords, @eccaiia,

@the-letterbox-archives, @illarian-rambling@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart,

@ray-writes-n-shit @writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess,

@forthesanityofstorytellers, @finickyfelix@i-can-even-burn-salad

@cauliflowermaterial @thepeculiarbird,

@clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes,

@starlit-hopes-and-dreams and OPEN TAG