#wip book

[thescopophobe]

Been doing some doodles whilst blasting be more chill of all things, blast to the past like woah!!

Some doodles of my book characters here , and some silly mag doodles (Adelard Dekker and

#art #traditional art #doodles #oc #greek mythology #apollo #helios #theseus #ariadne #icarus #wip book #poseidon #epic the musical #the magnus archives #tma #adelard dekker #john amherst #the corruption #the magnus archive fanart #tma fanart

[thicctails]

Praxsius and Asteria sketches :3

Trans Autism solidarity dragons real

🏳️‍⚧️🤝♾️

#original dragon characters #booklr #wip book #original character #dragons

[a-groovy-beetle]

Making memes of your unfinished book that no one is going to get >>>>

#memes #book memes #authors of tumblr #author #wip book

[gloomysushiroll]

Alastor and The Prince.

His twin sister, Antheia, managed to escape the orphanage, but he was caught. Now alone, he was eventually taken in by one of the orphanage’s benefactors, The Baron. Not a very pleasant man, the Baron used Alastor as an errant boy. However, Alastor managed to climb the hierarchy and gained the Baron’s trust enough for him to be brought to the Palace, where The Baron often had meetings with other lords. He had seen the prince from afar on multiple occasions, and did not particularly care for him as he had other things to care about (such as finding his sister.) Desperate to take this new opportunity, however, he would sneak to the library whenever he could so that he may gain more knowledge, etiquette and skills as well as network when he can so that he could escape the Baron and find his sister. This scene is one of his earlier encounters with the Prince.

Do you think they’ll be enemies to friends, or friends to enemies?

Close-Ups + Process

All books are painstakingly hand-drawn and so are the reflections on the wooden floor. Sob.

I even created a pattern just for Chrysaor (the Prince)’s vest!

LINEART:

#gloomyart #original characters #whiteknights_gloomy #whiteknightsart_gloomy #digital aritst #digital painting #my ocs art #library #enemies to friends to lovers #friends to enemies #wip book

[pearlmoney]

"She didn’t think being dead would be such hard work and so tiring. Valerie never believed in ghosts or heaven or reincarnation or any other fancy ideas people came up with to feel better about the inevitable. She thought that when you die, that’s it. Nothing else. Blackness, emptiness, just resting in the dirt, food for worms. Or dust in an urn."

-Valerie May, The Dead End

#book quote #my quote #PearlWriting #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #writers and poets #quotes #my book #wip book #wip: the dead end

[deadendmasongilbert]

"I miss my mum."

“I want to go home.” Anne said.

“I know.” Tyler responded. “We’ll get you home.”

She tried to stop her tears but it was no use. “I miss my mum.” She said through a broken voice.

Tyler moved to sit next to her and wrapped her in a hug.

“I don’t want to be here anymore. I want to be alive.”

“I know.”

“I miss my girlfriend back home. I never found her.”

“I know,” He repeated, a little quieter this time. “Once we’re out of here, we’ll find her, okay?”

She nodded. “I just,” She took a deep breath. “I just can’t take this anymore. I’m in so much pain, I’m suffering, I can’t keep going.”

“We all feel the same way, I know. It’s going to be okay. It’s not long until we leave, then we can see Mortalitas.”

She shook her head. “She won’t let me live, I’ve done bad things.” 

“No you haven’t, nothing horrible. You stood for what you believed in, she will respect that.”

“I don’t know.” She sniffled. “I miss my mum.” She repeated. It felt stupid wanting to be held by her mother at the age of nineteen, but she couldn’t deny it. Just the sheer comfort a mother brings is like no other. Anne could be sixty years old and still cry out for her mum over a papercut.

#wip: the dead end #writeblr #writers on tumblr #book wip #wip #my wip #writer #wip book #pearlwriting #work in progress #almost cried writing this

[wren-797]

When The Lilacs Wither

Chapter 1 - A New World

The sun slowly set, mountains far away hiding its light. My steps were getting hurried with time, and my thoughts flew through my head. I didn't even know if I'm going out or deeper into the forest. It was a nightmare come true. Sadly, this wasn't a forest where the most dangerous animal is a fox or a boar. No, there were bears in this forest, and I wasn't ready to be torn apart by a bear. Not to mention all the ghost stories I've heard about this place. And even though I'm a more skeptical person, those stories still sent shivers down my spine. The only thing keeping me sane now was the chirping of night birds. But all of a sudden, that died out, too. The whole atmosphere of the forest changed in the blink of an eye.

A second ago, I was just afraid of the dark and those bears. But now I was being watched. I was sure of it. It was that weird gut feeling that I got when I gave a presentation or did something embarrassing. The only problem is that my fight-or-flight senses are literally trash. I froze up the moment I knew something was watching me. Well, if I'm gonna die, I hope it'll be fast, I thought. All I heard next was a branch breaking behind a tree somewhat further away from me.

My senses finally came back at once, and I darted forward, running for my life. I didn't look behind me, and I didn't know what exactly it was, but I was scared to death. Every noise was blocked out and I just ran, until something like a thick tree appeared in front of me. I couldn't react in time and ran right into it. Though for a tree, it wasn't very hard, my head still hurt after running into it.

I fell to the ground, looking up in terror. Whatever this thing was, it was at least twice my size. A large hand grabbed my arm and pulled me up. It had sharp claws, and despite that, it was very gentle with me. But that couldn't stop me from shaking. I didn't see the head of this thing, only the glowing red eyes that scanned me. It turned around and dragged me deeper into the forest. More questions started running through my head, and I got even more confused. I just followed it. I will most probably die soon, I thought, accepting my fate. I didn't dare try to escape its grip. It most likely would shred me apart, and though I accepted my fate, I still wished to die later than sooner.

After about five minutes we reached a small town. No one was outside. It was quiet. The thing turned around to look at me.

- Hey, everyone! I found a human!- It shouted.

By some miracle, I understood what it said. Or rather, what HE said. Other beings like him came out of the houses and everywhere. My fear just grew a lot bigger, and I couldn't handle it anymore. Everything around me became dark.

I probably fainted. I don't know for how long. Maybe it's just a bad dream. After all, I do have an active fantasy. And all this is just a figment of my imagination. It would've been nice to believe all this if I had woken up in my bed, or at least a human beside the bed I was laying in. I sat up looking and first I noticed how big the bed was. Then I noticed the creature that sat beside the bed on a chair. It was at least seven and a half foot tall, and she was a female smiling warmly at me. Her smile made me feel a bit more at ease, but I didn't let my guard down. She didn't seem like she meant harm, unlike the one that dragged me here.

-Finally. You're awake. - She smiled even more - I'm Layan.

She stretched out her arm to shake my hand. Seeing her sharp claws made my earlier confidence almost disappear.

-Joan. - I muttered whilst shaking her hand. - Where am I?

- You're still on earth if that's what you're wondering about that. - she reassured me. - Welcome to Okririth.

- But how? What? What are you? - I asked, confused.

- Well that's a bit complicated. It's almost like a parallel universe. But not really. We are Wralirs and we coexist with you. We just use a magic border to protect ourselves. You managed to accidentally go through one of the gates. - she explained.

I didn't completely understand it, but I nodded regardless. - And who was the one who dragged me here?

- Oh, he?- her smile became unsure. - He's the son of our ruler.

- Can I know more about him? - I asked, though Layan's reaction made me rethink if I had to ask this question

Her face darkened. She really didn't want to talk about it. But before I could apologize, she started speaking.

- He's the first and only son of our king. He's rude, selfish, and stubborn. Not once have I heard a nice word from him. Honestly, I'm not the only one here who doesn't want him to be our next ruler. But our king insists that he will become better. Last time, he beat someone up for no reason. If I can give you one piece of advice, it's to stay away from him. - She pleaded.

I nodded. If I weren't so curious, I would've probably taken her advice, but that was near impossible. I had to get sure of the prince's mean behavior myself.

- Oh, and our king approved of your stay, and you can freely leave this place whenever you want, under one condition. - she added as her smile returned.

- Which is?

- You have to keep our existence a secret.

-Alright. Thanks, Layan.

- No problem. And if you need anything or have any questions, just ask me. Oh, and I've prepared some breakfast for you. - she smiled handing me a plate with food on it.

After I finished eating, I thanked her once more before leaving the house. I was shocked that just the door handle was at the height of my chin. Opening the door was a little bit harder than I thought, but I got out without needing Layan's help. It was a beautiful, warm summer day. The Wralirs, despite their appearance, were surprisingly nice. They all had long bushy hair, sharp, shark like teeth, claws like that of a hawk, and a tail similar to that of a lion's.

I walked out of the town, back into the forest. Although this was so new and so sudden, I felt happy. I never liked the monotonous office work I had to do every day. The Wralirs were happy beings. And other than their appearance and lifestyle, they were much like humans. I felt like I was in a small town of humans who just isolated themselves from society for good. I only went back to the forest to process everything that happened to me.

I didn't have to search long before I found a small river. It wasn't far from the town, but far enough to not hear the town's noises anymore. I just sat down next to the river, watching its surface shimmer in the sunlight. What I didn't notice was that someone was already resting next to the river.

-Hey! - I jumped a bit at the deep voice. I didn't think anyone else was there beside me.

-Hey. - I smiled at the Wralir. He was sitting about ten feet away from me. - I'm Joan.

-Casimir. - was the simple answer he gave. His voice was cold and unfriendly. But that wasn't enough for me to stop talking to him.

He was sitting so I couldn't tell his height. He had black hair, and beautiful, light grey horns decorated the top of his head. His clothes were not different from the others. He wore a pair of loose jeans and a white shirt, which was only a bit tight around his chest. His eyes despite being a beautiful crimson red, they looked at me coldly. Who is he? I wanted to know more about him. Especially why he sounded so unfriendly.

- Could you stop staring like that? - it was more of a command than a question.

I quickly looked away, blushing in embarrassment. I didn't mean to stare, at least not for this long. All this is just so new to me. But that doesn't really excuse my staring.

-Sorry. I didn't mean to. - I said almost in a whisper.

He turned his head towards me, then looked back at the river and sighed.

- Not so easy, right? - he knew exactly what I felt. I shook my head in response. - That explains why you're here.

I looked at him once again.

- And why are you here? - I asked out of curiosity.

Silence. He didn't trust me enough for that yet. But that's okay. I wouldn't spill my problems out to a complete stranger right away.

The river was like a golden mirror as the sun shone down on it. Birds were chirping, and the wind lightly danced with the green leaves of the trees hovering above us. Something about this place was so soothing, unlike home. But even though it was so calm, there lingered thoughts of work and my family in the back of my mind.

- You're thinking about your home, is that right? - he asked like he was reading my mind.

-Yeah - I sighed. - I don't want to go back, but I can't help wondering if my family will miss me.

Casimir hummed understandingly.

- You know, I can bring you back to your world. - he offered. - But I'm not sure if I can trust you.

-I live alone near the forest. I just want to take some of my personal belongings with me. I'll be back by dawn. I swear on my life.

Casimir looked at me with doubt. I was completely ready for him to say no, and a depressing feeling sat onto my chest.

-Fine. - he said. - Just remember to keep your promise.

I was overjoyed. I jumped up from my place and I would've kissed Casimir right then and there. But I had some self-control over myself. Casimir saw my joy and smiled a bit to himself, which I saw for half a second before it vanished.

He slowly stood up, and that's when I saw how tall he actually was. I am considered a tall person, so Casimir is a giant. I am 5'8" feet tall and he was about two heads taller than me, so he's about 8'2" feet tall. I just watched him shocked.

We started walking deeper into the forest. Casimir walked completely normally, but I almost had to run to keep up with him. He had way longer legs than I did. Once he finally realized that I can't keep up with him, he slowed down a bit. And he had the audacity to smirk in amusement at my shortness. I would've loved to wipe that stupid grin off his face.

At one point during our walk, I felt some change. I had a feeling that that's when we went through the gate. The walk was quiet until we reached the edge of the forest. There, Casimir stopped. I understood, he couldn't come with me to my house.

- I'll be back soon. - I told him. - I'll try to hurry.

And with that, I left. I walked for maybe twenty minutes before I reached my house. It was a small white wall building. It was weird entering my home knowing, I'll probably never return. It's kinda sad. I grabbed one of my larger backpacks and put away some clothes, my favorite book, my favorite summer dress, and a ring that my mother gave me when I was younger. Though I had no particularly good memory linked to her.

Walking around my house one last time, I took in everything. The smell, the looks, and the feelings. It was a poorly decorated home. I was only going home to sleep so I only had one or two plastic plants around the house, nothing more.

But leaving my past life suddenly seemed so hard. Wouldn't I have given everything before this for a chance to change my life? Wasn't this all I'd wanted all along?

I finally stood at the front door. It was open. The choice was mine, on what to do next. Whatever I chose I had to bear the consequences because there will be no going back. And then, I stepped through the door. I didn't bother closing the door. I was finally free. Tears dwelled in my eyes from the overwhelming happiness. I knew that I will be entering a society, with different norms. A completely new culture. I knew that I would have to learn a lot of new things and that I will be like a newborn baby among the Wralirs. But all of that was fine because now I was free.

Very soon I reached the forest, but I didn't see Casimir anywhere. I went a bit deeper into the forest before I called out to him.

- Casimir? - I called. - Casi--

- I'm right here. Stop yelling!! - he growled from behind me.

He looked at me in silence for a while.

- So you actually decide to stay, huh?

I nodded in response. He just turned around and started walking. I stayed a bit behind him. And during our walk, his tail didn't stop swaying. Was he happy that I stayed? I asked myself, but that was most likely not the answer. I mean we barely knew each other.

When we finally reached the town again, the sun was just a bit above the horizon. And then we parted ways. I had to find Layan because I didn't really know where else I should go. I did found her house, but it was locked, so the only thing I could do was knock. The red-haired Wralir soon opened the door. She smiled at me brightly.

- Hey Joan. - she greeted me. - How was today?

- Oh, I just went back to my house to pack some of my clothes. - I told her. - And Casimir helped me find the portal, and also brought me back.

Layan's smile immediately twisted into something between fear and shock. I looked at her questioningly.

- What is it Layan?

- Didn't I tell you who the prince was? - she asked with a shaky voice.

I shook my head. But I started to guess who it was.

- It's Casimir. Oh dear lord. At least you're still in one piece. - she hugged me. - Come in, I've prepared some soup.

To be honest I didn't even notice how hungry I was until Layan mentioned the soup. The smell of freshly prepared vegetable soup filled the house. Once I smelled it, my stomach started rumbling. My face immediately shaded to a cherry red. Layan just giggled as she ushered me to the table to sit down. In truth, it was more like sitting up than down on it. Very soon Layan put a steaming hot bowl of soup in front of me, then sat across the table.

- I hope you like it. - she smiled, putting down her portion of soup.

I sank my spoon into the bowl taking a sip out of the soup. As the tasty fluid spread through my mouth, small tears dwelled in my eyes. I couldn't describe the feeling I felt when I ate the soup. It was like it brought back a forgotten memory of my childhood. Something that made me feel safe and loved.

- Is everything okay? - I heard a concerned voice.

I nodded: - You're a very talented cook Layan. This soup is just delicious.

Layan smiled at my compliment, as I quickly finished my food. After my bowl became empty I told her about my day and everyone I met.

- But you know, I still don't understand one thing. - I said in deep thought.

- And that is?

- If Casimir is so evil, how come he was so nice to me?

- Well, that's one thing I can't give you the answer to. It's as big of a mystery to me as it is to you. - she said. - That's something you'll have to ask him yourself, once you get the chance.

I nodded.

- Do you mind if I stay tonight? I don't have anywhere to go. - I asked.

- Of course. You can stay for as long as you want. The room you woke up in today was my sister's. I don't have any use for it, so you can have it. - she laughed.

- Thanks again - I smiled warmly. - For everything.

I took my backpack from the foot of my chair and went inside the room. The backpack landed with a thud as I threw it on the bed. I took out my clothes and folded them into the wardrobe at the end of my bed, where I could still reach them. I put my favorite book onto the nightstand, and lastly the ring. I sat onto the bed as I was still looking at the ring. It wasn't something expensive. She probably bought it for a few bucks. But it still felt good to hold it in my hand. I sighed as I put it in the drawer of the nightstand. I felt quite tired. It was a long day. I quickly changed into the pajamas I took with me and crawled into bed. I closed my eyes and before I could count the imaginary sheep jumping over my head, I was asleep.

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Word count: 3031 words

A/n: Dear reader,

Thank you for reading so far. I hope you liked my first fully written chapter. English is not my first language so I am waiting for any grammatical corrections.

Thank you again for any support.

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[kosmicposum]

WIP Excerpt

"Let me be what you need me to be," I begged, searching her face for some sign- some clue she felt even a fraction, an inkling, even a micrometer of what I felt. "Let me hold your pieces together when you fall apart and let me be the one who holds you when your world goes up in flames."

"I can't," she croaks, a broken whisper bordering on a plea. She won't meet my eyes, arms hugging herself tightly while crimson tears mist those clear, vibrant eyes of hers. "Not- Not after..."

She trails off. Neither of us need her to finish that sentence. We know. I know. My heart thunders in my chest, I fight to swallow past the knot in my throat. I pray and pray to God's who no longer listen that the sinking feeling in my stomach is wrong. That for once I don't know her well enough to predict her next words.

But I do know her well enough. I know her far too well. And her next words rend my world and plunge me into whirling, spiraling darkness.

"Give me back my heart."

Poetic and literal, metaphor and reality all at once. I simply stare at her for a moment, eyes still searching, still pleading as bony fingers grasp at my chest, clutching fabric. She still won't meet my eyes.

"My sweet, please-." She cuts me off with a shaking, slowly lifted hand. My heart pounds to a sudden halt, and a numb chill begins spreading through me.

"Please." One word. That last word was all it took to finally shatter my world.

I cough once. Twice. On the third cough I draw the thrumming stone from my inner pocket dimension, oh-so delicately pulling it from my mouth. I go to hand it to her, despair shredding through me when she takes several hurried steps back. I just stare at her, helpless for a moment. Then, I set the stone down on the windowsill.

She still doesn't look at me.

I simply bow at this point, dropping my face low. Without straightening back up, I vanish; fleeing back to the confines of my sword. In here, everything is still the same.

Yet nothing is, nor will it ever be again.

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing wip #wip #wip book #second draft wip #writerblr #romance #fantasy #dark romance #dark fantasy #multiple povs

[sappho-ism]

I made my two lesbian main characters from my wip book in a character creator on meiker.io a while ago and they’re too cute not to share! :) The first one is Esme, the main character, and the other is her gf Maxine <3

Full credits to @ummmmandy . Her character creators are super cute! I have been also using the one she made on picrew for a long time for almost all the character creation for my wip so when I found these I was so so so happy.

The link to the character creator I used is here:

#lesbian #lgbtq #wlw #lesbians #sapphic #lgbt #lgbtqa #original characters #character creation #character creators #meiker.io #picrew #book stuff #wip book

[asteriasgarden]

honestly?

yeah

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[julianightmare]

2 chapters fully written, third currently being worked on. I'm very proud of my progress on this book.

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[thescopophobe]

I think about the daughters and just female descendants of helios a lot, like a whole lot. I like to draw equivalents between them because they’re all so damn tragic. His daughters becoming trees out of grief, Lampetie and Phaethusa being shoved aside and ignored by Odysseus’ crew, Pasiphaë and the bull she was cursed to fall in love with, Medea and her failed love with Jason and the subsequent murder, Phaedra and what Aphrodite had her do in spite of Hippolytus (not to defend her, but there was divine inspiration there,) and then there’s Circe. She wanted to defend her women and she did, and she feared Odysseus was going to kill her — though afterwards she was safe.

Then we have Ariadne, I think she’s the most tragic. Befriending Icarus , only for Icarus to fall in love with her. But Theseus came and promised her a better life, much better with a god backing him! And then due to the influence of Athene, she was ditched on Naxos. Running away with Theseus also doomed Icarus, having king Minos trap both him and his father in the tower as Icarus helped her escape.

I mean all this only for Theseus to marry her SISTER!! Not to mention within the Odyssey it’s stated that Artemis shot Ariadne dead , going along with what Apollo requested of her. Apollo’s Jealousy? I think so. But at least sometimes she has a happy ending and married Dionysos, that’s always a plus.

Anyhow, this post!!!! This is a drawing of Circe and Ariadne, because in the novel I am working on, Icarus paints a picture of who he thinks Ariadne is in comparison to her auntie Circe. Had a lot of fun with the colours lmao !

#digital art #art #greek mythology #mythology and folklore #circe #kirke #ariadne #theseus #icarus #novel #wip book #Helios

[figarotrilogy]

happy birthday protag of my book, you're basically 255 rn but you're still my young reckless girl

#wip book #fantasy books #beginner artist #beginner writer #historical book #historical fantasy #historical fiction #18th century

[givemeureyes]

day 1 without ao3: i have gone through all 5 stages of grief multiple times and have invented a 6th. i will not disclose what the 6th stage of grief is.

#I AM GOING INSANE #what am i supposed to do?? #’you should work on your WIP’ NO I CANTTT #‘ read actual books on your real bookshelf’ NUH UH #ao3 #archive of our own #i’m tagging ships #malec #destiel #hannigram #jonmartin #tomgreg #kenstewy #imagine all the fics i could be reading rn

[gloomysushiroll]

“Valda and Keres on the Hunt”

«When the promising squire is allowed to participate in the Hunting Competition, she meets the mysterious Princess Keres, who seems to want to be her rival.»

This one I’m very proud of. I took some inspiration from Ami Thompson’s art as well as the art from the webtoon The Dark Lord’s Confession (which has beautiful art by the way.)

I took this opportunity to also experiment with some clip studio brushes! So I’m very happy with the result. The goal of this piece was to make the composition have ‘more movement’, as it it were a snapshot of a movie rather than a posed and artificially created image.

This piece is also available as an HD wallpaper, now for free, on my Ko-Fi!

[Art originally made on February 11]

They get together at the end ^^

#gloomyart #whiteknightsart_gloomy #whiteknights_gloomy #wlw art #wip book #queer ocs #oc stuff #original characters #wlw ocs #knight #rivals to lovers

[pearlmoney]

" There was a rustle in the trash, soft and quiet. Caroline let her eyes fall on it, waiting to see what might come out of it. Eventually, a short-haired dog crawled out of the garbage, panting with a smile. It sat down and scratched behind its ear with its hind leg then stared at Caroline again. She learnt that you probably shouldn’t pet stray animals on the account of rabies, aggressive behaviour and probably more diseases than you can count on both hands. But she couldn’t say no to a smiling animal. She clicked her tongue and rubbed her middle finger and thumb together to call it over. She only grew up with cats, her friends had dogs but she never really liked playing with them. The dog cautiously stalked over to Caroline, head low and tail between its legs. Her hand was out for it to press against, and it did as intended, feeling safe in her presence instantly. It sat by her feet, letting Caroline pet it gently as it continued to smile.

‘Good dog.’ She cooed, rubbing its belly as it turned over, tail wagging frantically. She lifted her hand to brush hair out of her face, and as soon as she lost contact with the dog, it went bolting down the alley, finding another pile of trash to play in and eat from. Caroline was taken aback from the sudden loneliness, left to sit in solitude as the world past her by, living happily while she sat in other people’s piss and vomit drinking straight vodka."

I love symbolism!!! I also love dirty writing, just gross things put in normal situations, I don't know how to explain it, I love stuff like that

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