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rowanmgrey-author · 9 months

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writeblr introduction + edits

My name is Rowan (she/her/they) and I am brand new to writeblr, but not new to tumblr as a whole. I'm 29 (while writing this), cis-female and queer. I have been writing since around 2016 but this year will be the first time I will be publishing something original (aka not fanfiction ><). Though, I have been writing my own original work since 2017, I have yet to publish.

I wanted to join the writing community for the fun of being a part of one again. Honestly, I miss being a part of one since I stopped writing fanfiction. If you love chatting about writing and art, talk at me about it anytime.

Genres I write: Fantasy, Horror and Science Fiction Genres I read: literally all the other ones

Things I enjoy in books and also what I tend to write:

tragedy/tragic backstory

morally grey characters

found family (my favorite)

real stakes/consequences

horror themes

lgbtqia2+ characters in a queer normal world

adult and ya fiction

platonic friendships

family drama

mystery elements

mythological & shapeshifters

What I'm looking for:

More writers to follow!

Beta readers/Critique

Vibes and frens :)

I will follow back other writeblrs! I am looking forward to meeting you all ^_^

#writeblr #writeblr intro #writeblr introduction #writing community #female writers #queer writers #writer #fantasy #author #science fiction #horror writing #fiction writing

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artificelux · 2 months

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Unconventional literary science fiction? ☑️

Dark cyberpunk setting that oozes from each page? ☑️

Badass female main character? ☑️

Available in e-book so you don’t have to deal with international shipping? ☑️☑️☑️

Buy COLOR OF A MIRROR direct from the author (AKA: me). No bullshit. No subscriptions. No gatekeeping.

Welcome to the Dive.

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colorofamirror.net

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morganhopesmith1996 · 5 days

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I am getting this set for my birthday next month but I went ahead and ordered it and I have snapped some pictures of it 😍

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strawberry-library · 2 months

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academia is realizing that The Blazing World is an isekai

#berry filled with thoughts #academia #dark academia #light academia #female authors #science fiction #isekai #anime #manga #the blazing world #margaret cavendish

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dreamy-conceit · 6 months

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I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.

— Frankenstein (character), 'Mary Shelley's Frankenstein' (1994, movie), adapted from Mary Shelley's 'Frankenstein, or the Modern Prometheus' (1818, book).

#frankenstein or the modern prometheus #mary shelley #artificial intelligence #artificial life #quotes #english female authors #science fiction #sci fi #horror #english literature

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ectojester · 8 months

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Why did Jazz kiss Svoboda at the end? Did that feel completely out of left field for anyone else?

Him kissing her made some sense, he had dropped enough innuendos at that point to make his interest in her believable enough, but at no point in the book did she seem to express any mutual attraction to him. Her behavior around him seemed more like she had completely slotted him in the "friend" category (completely forgetting that she was wearing nothing but one of his shirts when he stared at her? C'mon.) Surely this isn't just me right? It seemed like she considered him a friend. She expressed disgust at the idea of having sex with him or kissing him multiple times. A spur of the moment "I didn't kill hundreds of people" kiss, sure, maybe, but the non-bet at the end implied that they hooked up after the book ended.

Is it because there's some unspoken rule where female protagonists aren't allowed to be single at the end of a book unless its in widowhood? Is it because Jazz (for some reason) has an unfounded reputation of promiscuity and someone (the author, the publsiher, idk) felt her victory would not be complete without a shag? Is it because one of those people felt Svoboda needed to be rewarded for being a good friend to a pretty woman? Was it a bad way of conveying that she had trauma with her previous groomer boyfriend that led to an inablility to maintain platonic relationships with men? I am so confused, why did that happen?

Hopefully it's not just me, because at no point could I have predicted that she would ever see Svoboda as a sexual prospect, let alone actually persue him. Lowkey disappointed that the book called Artemis is about a smart, independent woman who does not actually appear to have any female friends and does, in fact, have an apparently romantic subplot, unlike Weir's books about men :/

And while we're on that, Jazz appears to only have three relationships (a stretch, more like vague acquaintances) with other women in the entire book, and two of them are antagonistic. We don't even hear about any female friends from work, childhood, or even the bar she frequents, but we do hear about her previous boyfriends. This books technically passed the Bechdel test with Jazz and Ngugi talking about ZAFO, but man, it sure doesn't feel like it

#artemis andy weir #artemis #someone please help me understand #there were other parts of the book that i really didnt like but i can get into that later #overall it WAS an entertaining read but after the PHM i guess i just expected more #can someone PLEASE introduce me to good scifi with well written female characters that AREN'T romance novels?#is that really too much to ask??#surely the number of aroace female science nerds who publish fiction isn't THAT low is it?#surely theres at least one male scifi author who can write women convincingly right???

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charactersonstrike · 2 years

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7 Sci-Fi/Fantasy Series by Women You Need to Read.

I love love LOVE the recent push for diversity in the publishing industry, and I thought it would be a good time to bring back some old content I created a while ago, and give it a bit of a fresh face. Just a note: the links on this post are Amazon Affiliate Links, and I do earn money from any qualifying purchase. With that out of the way, let’s get started! The Tortall Series by Tamora…

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#book list #book rec #book recommendation #book review #book reviews #fantasy #female author #recommendation #sci-fi #sci-fi/fantasy #science fiction #space opera

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thebestbookrecommendations · 11 months

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Series Recommendation:

Bunker Series - Jordan Rivet

Wake Me After the Apocalypse (Bunker #1)

Meet Me at World’s End (Bunker #2)

Follow Me to Armageddon (Bunker #3)

Genres: Science Fiction, Young Adult+, Post-Apocalyptic

Keywords: Survival, Cryosleep, Strong Female Characters, Lots of Characters, Romantic Subplots

Length: Long

Rating: #1 - 4/5, #2 - 4/5, #3 - 4/5 : Overall - 4/5

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pensivegladiola · 1 year

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Time Out:

Time Travel Novels by Female Authors

#books #literature #book recommendations #reading recommendations #time travel #books about time travel #female authors #women authors #books about time #joyce carol oates #this is how you lose the time war #amal el mohtar #max gladstone #annalee newitz #novels #fiction #speculative fiction #science fiction #book covers

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vogwentwin · 1 year

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To Be Continued Part 1: Chapter 1

Preface

The crying was weak. It couldn’t be described as “rending the air,” or anything so dramatic. Truly, it was more like a mewl as Veta made her away down the trail beside the river. At first, she barely even registered the sound. She was lost in thought, thinking about the herbs she needed to bundle for a purification ceremony later in the evening. Sage, of course. Palo Santo. Lavender would add sweetness, maybe inviting even more happiness into the new home…

The cry burst disproportionately into her thoughts, eclipsing her awareness more than the tiny sound seemed to warrant. Veta stopped, listened. A fretful stirring of grasses- right at the water’s edge. It sounded like...but no, she told herself.

The river thundered by, green-gold water frothing and dipping in eddies. The rainy season was drawing to an end, and the swollen rivers and streams were raucous. She crept to her right, off of the path and towards a clump of rushes and grass. Again the sound. She dropped to her knees and started pushing the thick stalks and rough fronds aside.

“This is going to be a nesting bird or something and it’s going to fly up in my face,” she muttered to herself, but a cold sweat was starting between her shoulder blades.

Then- a small chubby hand- mud streaked, pruny, wedged into the sodden weeds, but pink, full of life. As she shifted the rushes aside the hand slipped back, away. Unthinking, Veta lunged forward, mud slipping under the fabric of her dress against her knees. Distantly, she heard-felt a seam rip under her arm as she threw her hands out, blindly grabbing. Sliding off of the embankment and into the weeds, her face struck the water but she closed her fingers, tight, and felt something soft, fragile, warm. Flailing her free arm back, she snatched at the reeds and shore, clutching desperately as the current caught at her, trying to pull her away from the land. Grassy clumps tore free in her fingers at first, and within moments her feet were the only things touching the shore. She felt her left shoe pop off. Then her hand closed around a thick, trunk-like plant, and didn’t slip, though the bark dug and scraped in her palm as the river pummeled her. She could hear nothing but the roar of water in her ears. With a heave, gasping and fighting to keep her head above the soak, she pulled herself and the soft thing with her. The hand, a hand. For a moment she thought her arm wouldn’t move, couldn’t pull any harder, but then, she was yanking herself upright, feet squishing in the mud, scrambling up the embankment, dragging something wet, small, and choking against her chest.

Rolling over onto the grass, she curled around the thing, gasping for air. Lying flat on her back, she turned her head slowly and looked down. Loosening her grip, she sat up, still drawing in deep, quivering breaths that had little to do with the exertion and everything to do with the strangeness before her. Lying back on her sodden skirts was…

Not quite a baby, not yet a child. No longer crying, but staring, bright eyed and solemn, up at her. The skin was pale, not quite translucent, with a sheen to it that was unrelated to the dampness. The eyes were large, almost jewel bright, ringed with a fringe of long, dark lashes, droplets of water clinging to them. The strangeness of the skin could have been overlooked, maybe half drowned toddlers have a right to look pale. But the ears. Long and pointed, almost elfin. And-“What is- oh my God.”

Curling out from beneath the child was a long, bedraggled...tail. And around this tail was a band of golden metal, with something engraved on it. A row of symbols, unfamiliar, tracing one edge, and- ah. In the roman alphabet, below: Tmonk-Tmonk Beren.

The child suddenly shivered. Her lower lip shook. Veta realized with a start that evening was falling and while “cold” wasn’t exactly how one would describe the humid Brazilian evening, that there was a cool breeze flowing over the water, and they were both soaked to the skin. Gathering the little one against her, she clambered awkwardly to her feet. Her heart was hammering against her ribs. She couldn’t hear any voices or sounds of a search party. She looked around. No one was within sight. The closest busy area was several miles upriver. After a few indecisive moments listening for the sound of a frantic parent, or anyone at all, she shook her head, turned and began down the path again. The first priority was getting home and drying off and getting this baby warm and safe. She would begin the next day to look for the family.

Fifteen Years Later

*SLAM!*

The front door flies open and hits the wall behind it. A framed photo of some dried herbs goes askew, swings, then slides down the wall with a thud and a tinkle. Calmly, I set the sage bundle I was wrapping aside and look up. In the doorway stands CiCi, my best friend, her round, freckled face shining, blond hair in a curly cloud.

“Hi Tmonk-Tmonk!”

“Is that entrance necessary every single time you come in? I think you broke the glass this time,” I say mildly, standing up from where I was kneeling in front of my coffee table.

“Oops, I’m sorry!” She glances behind the door, winces, and turns back to me. Excitement appears to immediately eclipse the moment of remorse.

“You need to come with me right now!” I notice she’s a bit sweaty and generally bedraggled.

“Where? Why?” I ask, dusting my hands off and going towards the kitchen. I grab my coffee mug off of the counter. CiCi bursts into my house at least once a day, so if I seem unruffled, that’s why.

“I’ll explain on the way! But you need to come NOW!” Something in her voice is a bit shrill. I’m used to her rambunctious enthusiasm, but this feels different.

I set my mug down again and turn around to see that she’s followed me into the kitchen.

“Is something wrong?”

“What? Oh! No! I just-well I don’t want you to miss this!”

“You’re being mysterious,” I say, smiling and curious in spite of myself. A prickle of anticipation starts at the nape of my neck.

Which is how I ended up in a tree.

After following CiCi through the woods for at least half an hour, not following any trails but rather, some path of her own rhyme and reason, she abruptly stops. I slam into the back of her, having just vaulted a moss blanketed fallen tree.

“What the-“

“SHHH!”

Arms out to stop me from moving past her, she shushes me. I fall back without a word, and prick my ears. I realize there’s a distinct lack of nearby animal sounds. Far off, there’s the faint echo of birds chattering, but it feels like a blanket of quiet has been tossed over our nearest surroundings.

Nervous, wondering what CiCi has brought me into, I hiss, “What is it? Why are we here?”

CiCi turns her head towards me, and puts her finger to her lips, but she’s smiling. I relax, but only just. She turns her head forward again, and motions for me to move with her. She’s creeping now, crouched low. I’m always taken a bit aback by how lithe and silent she can become when she chooses to be. It’s a bit jarring, even having known her for going on four years.

I drop to my knees beside her and try to peer through the brush in the direction she’s gazing, but I still can’t see anything.

“You need to climb up that tree and look down into the clearing,” she whispers almost soundlessly, pointing at a gnarled, mossy tree stretching up into the canopy, about five feet in front of us.

I shake my head and point my finger at her. She shakes her head back, and hisses, “You know you’re better at climbing than me. Go! And be quiet!”

I sigh, clearly reading the obstinance in her face. I’m mildly annoyed because I don’t understand why she’s being so secretive, and suspect it’s because she knew I wouldn’t come to see whatever this is otherwise. Ugh, she knows me and my painful curiosity too well.

Fine.

Still crouching, I move forward towards the massive tree trunk. As I put my hands against the mossy bark, I feel a droning vibration in the wood, and there’s a scuffling sound coming from the clearing-possibly footsteps? I raise my foot, then kick off my soft bottomed sandals. Digging my toes into the vine wrapped trunk, I begin to climb.

To be continued... <- Click for the next part! ^_^

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meagankimberly · 2 years

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The Athena Protocol Book Review

A version of this book review for The Athena Protocol first appeared in The Lesbrary. Summary Jessie Archer is an agent of Athena, a secret women’s organization that does the government’s dirty work of bringing down bad guys without the red tape. But even Athena has its rules, and Jessie is a loose cannon. When the organization fires her, Jessie takes matters into her own hands. She goes on a…

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#action #adventure #Belgrade #book review #female friendships #London #main characters of color #poc authors #sci-fi #science fiction #sff #Shamim Sarif #spec fic #speculative fiction

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beebswritesstuff · 2 years

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For you, 8064000 miles in the future.

Last night, I dreamed what I hope is our future again. I saw us. I saw the the scar on your cheek when you smiled at me, the one I danced my fingers so lightly across.

I remember the sound of your breathing, even and quiet. One of the best sounds I’ve heard, it’s calming. The steady pulse of your heart as I slept on your chest, and neither of us spoke a word.

I looked up at you, and studied your face for a moment. I’m not the type to watch someone sleep, but I noticed the small and faint freckles across your cheek. The one you denied having, saying it was just acne.

I never want to move, I wanted it to last forever. I could listen to your heartbeat for the rest of my life; as the beautiful song narrating my picturesque dance through the story of us.

In and out.

Rise and fall.

“Please..” I whispered, not intending for these words to wake you, “let it stay like this forever..?”

#writeblr #writing #amwriting #creativewriting #fluff #drabble #science fiction #time travel #ya #OCs #writers of tumblr #female author #writeblr community #drabble by macha #fiction #original writing

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cadmuslabs777 · 6 days

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Does anyone has recommendations of futuristic books involving robots and other advanced technology and space exploration (like Isaac Asimov) written by women?

#literature #science fiction #female writers #female author

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ronovanwrites · 2 months

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10 Questions with C. Madison Brightwell, author of The World Beyond the Redbud Tree.

The world as we know it is built upon choices. If different choices had been made in the past, we might be living in an entirely different world. What if the so-called Lost Colony of settlers in North Carolina were in fact not lost at all but instead merged happily with the Native American tribes to create a new people and unique society? Sixteen-year-old Charli is living in a pandemic-ravaged…

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#Alernative History #Cherokee #Coming of Age #Fantasy #Female Author #Interview #New Book #Science Fiction

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matheamaddox · 5 months

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Page 0001 - Prologue: Amalgamation | The Temporal Huntress | Mathea Maddox | A Web Novel

In a world on the brink of collapse, Ariah O'Connoll's life takes an unexpected turn when an apocalyptic event shatters her reality. Suddenly, she's catapulted into the thrilling role of a time-traveling bounty hunter, tasked with leaping through the cosmos itself to bring those responsible to justice.

Armed with a fusion of ancient magic, extraordinary abilities and the uncanny gift to inhabit other bodies, Ariah emerges as the final beacon of hope in the Universe's darkest hour.

Join her on a spellbinding journey as she hunts across time and space, determined to restore order and save all that remains while also uncovering the truth about her own past and future.

Uncensored chapters available on Royal Road:

https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/75892/the-temporal-huntress

Advance uncensored chapters and more available on Patreon:

https://www.patreon.com/MatheaMaddox

Thanks for reading! 💕

With love,

Mathea x

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damiensdungeon · 8 months

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Step into the cyberpunk world of "Ladies 2.0," where XX Biotech, once a robotics lab, now wields absolute power under Thomas Lange. Female androids are society's norm, but resistance brews in the Artemis Brigade, led by the determined Saraphina Nightshade. In this dystopian setting of android prostitution and cyber warfare, the series explores a future shaped by XX Biotech's dominance and the rebels' fight for autonomy.

#scifiseries #tumblr authors #cyberpunk #biopunk #scifibooks #neo noir #subversion #transhumanism #human rights #technology #original story #rebellion #codification #strong female lead #high tech low life #science fiction #writers on tumblr #tumblr writing community

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