#Fantasy author

[authorisedgardian]

The stuggles of being a writer.

A shame that I have to actually finish my book before I get to read it. I enjoy writing it just as much but I am looking forward to finishing my first book and getting to read through it, even if I do know what's going to happen.

[alwaysfrowningslightly]

If people are sad about The Wizard Facism game coming from someone you used to look up to and admire, may I suggest an author whose books are filled with nuanced characters and strong, dynamic women?

Tamora Pierce has been writing since the 80’s and has two worlds of magic and fantasy and bonus!!! Isn’t a transphobic POS.

[rs-hawk]

NOBLEMAN MINOTAUR! NOBLEMAN MINOTAUR!!

Part Two

Minos was a tyrant king and DESERVED to be murdered. His wife's bastard son did just that, and freed his mother's people. She did not want to be a ruler, instead wanting to stay with her new husband on Olympus, but neither did Minotaur. He was a frightened thing, afraid of what his hands and done, and could do again. He could not trust himself to be a ruler. Instead, Pasiphae searched for someone who never cared for Minos, but would be a fair and kind ruler.

Despite her previous cursed madness, she still loved her son and wanted him to be happy. He was not the first monster born of a God's cruel joke, and he would not be the last. She would not place anyone on the throne who would not ensure her son was cared for. So many rejected even the power she offered them as she refused to budge on that. Her son would be taken care of. He would be seen as a person. She hadn't had the power to ensure it now, but she did now.

It took much longer than she expected, but she found a man to take over her husband's throne. The son of a knight who had decided to become a merchant. He was older now, with grown children of his own, but he still had many good years left to rule. He could guide you, his daughter, or maybe a future son in law to rule. When he saw Minotaur, he didn't flinch. He smiled, asking how he was, being even kind with his small talk. He offered the monster a position on his court. His mother's blood still ran in his veins, so it was the least your father could do.

After your family moved in, you were amazed by everything in the palace. Especially the monster of a man who lived in one of the smaller dwellings on the palace grounds. You would watch in awe as he roamed the grounds. How could someone so huge be so gentle? He took even great care not to step on the flowers.

You didn't know that he watched you too, wanting to approach you, but afraid of his own strength. So instead, he would creep into the main palace at night, taking peeks of you in your thin nightgowns as you wandered out to the balcony to overlook the garden, or snuck a snack from the kitchen, going back to his own to fist his throbbing cock to the sight of your nipples poking through the thin fabric in the cool night air.

[ladvofthelake]

i love writing desperate, enraged knights. those who scream at the sky, covered in dirt and gore and spit, a bloodied sword grasped in one sweaty hand, an item in remembrance of kinder days or the flesh of a friend/lover in the other.

[okwrites]

Breaking 3 Writing 'Rules':

If you have ADHD or ASC or are some other flavor of neurodivergent, the 'rules' many big name authors post about how they've reached success can actually make you feel REALLY BAD because you can't always do the same thing.

Building a positive relationship with writing can make all the difference in getting you writing more.

'Write every day.' - Don't write every day, write when the mood strikes. But you can trick your brain into work mode by trying different things. Put on your shoes when it's time to write. Light a candle. Put on the same playlist every time. After a while, it'll be like a light-switch. When you light the candle, your brain will find writing easier. Just don't force it. When you try to force writing, you build up frustration and resentment if you don't get anything out. Some days just won't be writing days. That's FINE, lots of authors don't write every day (even if they say they do).

'I write 1000 words every day!' - Well, if you WANT to write and are struggling, a goal of 1000 words seems really far away. So do incremental goals. One sentence. One paragraph. 100 words. Usually by then you're in the flow of things and you can write 1000 words pretty easy. And again, celebrate every single one of those goals so you want to keep doing it. If you have to? One sentence, walk away, come back later, add another, GOOD JOB, two whole sentences!

'Sit down and block out x hours every day just for writing.' - Actually, the best way I've found to write is to tell my brain the deadline or end time is really, really soon - so I write in 20-30 minute chunks, and then walk away or take breaks and come back if I want to later. By setting that arbitrary shorter deadline, my brain can see an end and will work harder and focus more because it knows it's just for a little bit. If 20-30 minutes is too long, start with 15 minute chunks.

[drsunshines]

Did a watercolor portrait of Tolkien :3

[creator-girl]

as a writer one of the best feelings is finding the perfect name for something that represents the signature qualities of said person or place and sounds right 🤭

[topazadine]

Maybe perhaps you will consider reading this

Uileac Korviridi has three goals: honoring his late parents, protecting his little sister Cerie, and serving his country. Fellow student Orrinir Relickim has a chip on his shoulder the size of a mountain range; his fierce demeanor hides an unrelentingly tender heart. Both boys only seek martial prowess. Destiny has other plans. Over the course of their education, Uileac and Orrinir gain instruction in something much different: the agonizing glory of young love. Explore their coming-of-age romance, twined with poetry, mythology, and war.

What people are saying:

"Amazing Characters and a Great Universe" "This is a lovely coming of age story that is set in a fantasy land that is still so relatable!" "I love the way Sidhe captures the emotions of her characters."

[maggieharlan]

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my name is maggie (mags) harlan (she/her | early 30s | ace/aro), & i write queer adult fantasy. looking to get to know some other authors in the community (bonus points for fantasy!) and chat craft, chars, and anything else, so please interact with this post if you're looking to do the same! about me (shorthand version) ⸙ genres i write: fantasy / horror / speculative fiction ⸙ vibes i like: twisted magic systems; banter; messy characters who are messier together; small casts; haunting/atmospheric settings ⸙ fandoms: last kingdom; bg3; witcher; one piece; jjk ⸙ looking for: critique partners, accountability buddies, people to shoot the shit with :) current project: (discordance WIP), a humorously dark secondary world fantasy told across multiple povs and two timelines, with a by-turns beautiful and horrific system of magic and a second-chance romance that i am low-key obsessed with (see: berec tag) come say hi!

[spitefulbull]

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Well, guess there's a first time for everything. Had no idea folks did this until recently.

Hi ^-^ My name is Sy, I'm 29 years old, queer and a cis-female. I've been writing fictions on and off since my late teens, and I just recently began writing with serious intent. English is my second language, so I apologize if I mess up the spelling or grammar on something. I'm currently in school for computer programming and living with my grandparents, whom I take care of as well. I hope to meet some kind mutuals and share ideas with them ^-^

My hobbies are simple, mostly just video games, reading, writing, annoying my cat, and just vibing. I'm a homebody now, so I don't get into too many crazy shenanigans anymore (if my liver could talk, it'd have stories for days).

I like to write in high fantasy settings, but I tend to experiment with modern AUs from time to time. I have dabbled in Star Wars universe fictions, thanks to a gaming club I've been a part of for nearly three years.

Current WIPs

Ravens of Fate

Star Wars in-universe story of espionage, sabotage, and questioned loyalties. Post Episode VI Imperial POV.

Unnamed WIP

My serious attempt at writing my own story. High-fantasy military team charged with the protection of their sovereign's only daughter. An adventure with lots of action, some angst, and plenty of queer shenanigans. Doesn't have a title yet, but working on it!

If you're also a fellow writer, please interact with this post! I'd love to follow more writeblr blogs and meet new folks.

Well, that's all I got for now. My inbox is always open, so feel free to drop in there. Hope to meet some of y'all soon ^-^

[catfayssoux]

[authorisedgardian]

Me every single day of my life. I'm happy that I'm getting close to finishing my first fantasy book but in my mind I am already multiple books ahead. My writing speed doesn't keep up with the speed that I can think of more story.

Even though I'm still on Book 1, I've been taking notes for the third book in the series that I'm writing even though it will likely be a few years or more before I even start it.

On my current chapter that I'm writing, my favourite race that I've made is currently fighting what is basically an underwater creature that can sort of do necromancy. I don't want to go into too many details or it will take up this entire post but anyone interested will see when they read my book. Even as I write this, I'm thinking much further ahead, but I suppose that's all part of being a writer and making sure things actually connect and make sense in the context of your world.

[estrogenandspite]

I'm an author and a trans woman. I am going to be publishing a LitRPG Cultivation story with a trans main character. I am going to get so much hate. But I can tank that.

The big fear is that this won't get seen by other trans people. The people this story is for.

This novel exists because I was tired of most trans stories being about our pain, not our triumph. I was sick of most trans stories being about our fear, not our strength.

I wanted a story where a trans woman was the hero not because she suffered, but because she thrived even if she struggled.

Path of the Final Form is a story about transformation, it's a love letter to some of the storied that inspired me as a child, and it's a story about being strong because we're trans, not in spite of it - and I just want to make sure the people who need it get to read it.

[rs-hawk]

Nobleman Minotaur Part Three

After your official debut, Minotaur started avoiding you even more. It hurt. You tried to find reasons to be around him, but he always found an excuse to leave quickly. You had thought the two of you had grown closer, especially after the dance you shared. You thought maybe he liked you, but maybe you were wrong.

One day, you were walking through the garden, lazily picking grapes from the vine, with Pasiphae appearing in front of you. "Your Rarity!" you gasped, quickly dipping your head, grapes dropping from your hands as you grabbed up your dress to curtsy.

The immoral laughed, setting her hand under your chin to draw it up. "No need for such formalities, Princess. I've come to check in on your family, and my son. Have you seen him?"

Your face fell as she took her hand back. "I don't know, ma'am. Minotaur has been avoiding me lately."

"What did you say?" her voice sounded hard, angry even. It sent a chill down your spine.

"Minotaur has been avoiding me," you whispered, your throat felt tight as you repeated your sentence.

"Is that what you all have been calling him? No wonder he has been avoiding you," while she didn't mean it as cruelly as it came across, it still struck your heart.

"Is that not his name? I thought-," you started, only to be cut off by a wave of her hand.

"That is the name my last husband called him. The name given to him by nurse maids to try to appease him, as if he were Hera and my lovely boy was Heracules. No, Minotaur is not his name, and never had been," she sneered, looking towards the building where your love had been residing.

"Why would he never correct me, or anyone?" your voice quivered as she began to take long strides towards her son's home, and you followed obediently.

"Asterion has always been a curious child," she paused, sparing a glance over her shoulder at you. "Even curse aside."

"Asterion? Is that his true name?" you asked as you rolled the name on your tongue. It tasted like a warm blanket and honey tea.

"Yes," she said with a smile, coming to the stairs leading up to his doors. "A strong name for a strong boy."

Lifting her hand to the door, she rapped lightly on the door. It only took a moment for her son to open it, though his eyes went immediately to you. Under his gaze, your face flushed. It was so intense. How could he look at you like that and then not even want to speak a word to you?

"Oh, am I interrupting something?" Pasiphae grinned, looking between the two. "I thought you said my shy son had been avoiding you."

"He has been," you muttered, your cheeks glowing redder.

"Mother," he groaned, though you thought maybe you saw a blush under his fur.

"Alright, alright. I won't push," she smiled as she made her way inside as he side stepped to let the two of you in. "I just wanted to check in on my sweet boy."

"I am doing well. Y/N and her family are exceedingly kind to me," he said in a quiet voice, side eyeing you.

"And yet you haven't even told the poor girl your real name. Are you ashamed of it? I agonized over your name," she puffed up her cheeks playfully, glaring at her son.

"Of course not, but everyone already knows me as Minotaur, so it just felt strange. It's not like anyone actually referred to me as Asterion... before," his eyes were downcast, his tail and ears drooping.

"I like it," you chimed in, rubbing your arm nervously. "I think it suits you."

"Thank you," he muttered back just as shyly.

"I think I will continue my visit with the King and check back in later," his mother nearly purred as she gave you a slight shove before stepping back towards the door. "You two should get better acquainted, I think. I can trust the two of you unchaperoned, can't I?"

Minotaur, no, Asterion, glared at her as she rushed away, laughing lightly. He didn't understand how she could be borderline cruel to her. She knew him better than anyone else. She had to know how his heart had always ached for love and kindness, and here you were, all of that embodied. You looked up at him through your dark lashes, the blush finally subsiding. Gods, it was such a gorgeous sight.

"So, you haven't been avoiding me. Then what has this all been about?" you said in what you hoped was a playful tone.

He was definitely blushing under that fur. There was no doubt in your mind about that with the way that he was acting. "I have been trying to be respectful."

"How so?"

"You are a Princess. It's not as if I am really deserving of the kind of attention I... well," he ran his fingers through his hair as he looked away. "Well, the kind of attention that I wish you would give me. I might have a title, but most will always see me as a monster."

"What kind of attention do you wish that I would give you?" you were breathless, your blood pounding in your ears. He shrugged and didn't respond. "I don't see a monster when I look at you. I see a man. A man who has been through so much. More than anyone else could imagine. A very handsome man."

His eyes met yours quickly as he jerked his head up to look at you. "Please, don't say things you don't mean."

"I would never," your voice was strained. Your mouth dry.

Cautiously, you took a step closer to him. He let out a soft groan, his brows furrowing together. "Princess, you don't know what you're saying when it comes to a creature like me."

"What does it mean for me to say it to a man like you?" you whispered, taking another step closer to him. You reached out, your fingers just barely grazing his muscular forearm. "Tell me."

There was silence for several seconds before he reached out to you, cupping your face in his large, calloused hands. You were able to look up at him, your heart racing. His dark eyes seemed impossibly deep. After a moment, he lowered his head. Your eyes fluttered shut with anticipation. You gripped his forearm now, drawing him closer to you. You could feel his breath on your lips. Your entire body was shaking with excitement.

"Princess," he sighed, and you could almost feel his lips moving as he spoke.

"Well, that was a quick visit. Y/N, your father is waiting for you," Pasiphae's voice filled the air as she opened the door.

Asterion jumped back, snorting with clear irritation. "Mother, we were-."

"Doing something that a chaperon would fully allow, I'm sure. Now, Y/N, I do believe you would be interested in what your father and I discussed," the immortal smiled at you, her eyes creasing as it brightened her face.

"Of course," you bowed your head, casting a look at Asterion before exiting, with your heart still nearly beating out of your chest.

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[authorrmbrown]

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Hi! I'm Rebecca, a 27-year-old fantasy writer from Scotland living the absolute dream because my debut novel came out on 27th June!!

Published by Ringwood Publishing, Song of the Stag is a love letter to Scotland's historic and folkloric past. From ancient kings and black-hearted patriots to bonnie princes and Jacobite songs, this book celebrates a complex, beautiful, and all too often tragic, land.

It also acts as an allegory for Scottish Independence, a subject I've been passionate about since 2014. The story is about the power of autonomy, be that of a person or a nation. Our main character, Cait, is a sheltered girl with an idyllic, conservative, rural upbringing, and her journey to personal freedom mirrors that of her nation.

I'm so excited to be able to share Cait's story with others! The novel can be purchased from Ringwood Publishing, Amazon (incl. Kindle format), or the Waterstones website. (For quickest delivery, order from Ringwood directly).

It's also on GoodReads, so please add to your want to read list, and leave a review if you read it!