#FantasyWriters

[the-ames]

Greetings, fellow wielders of imagination! 🐉

I’m Amy, a passionate chronicler of fanatical chaos. If dragon-riding, ancient secrets, and swordswomen sound like your cup of tea (or poison), then join me on my mythical journey.

I’m here on Tumblr to share my stories, build a community of fellow fantasy lovers, and dive into the endless inspiration this platform has to offer.

So grab your quill, or keyboard, and let’s spin some magic together!

[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 🤭

[isafrb]

the normal life of a writer.

[plotandelegy]

4 Creative Ways to Design Fictional Plants for Your Fantasy World

Hello everyone! If you want to add some unique flora to your world-building, this article is for you. In this post, I'll go through some ways you can find the inspiration to create fictional plants. Here are some ways to get creative:

Draw ideas from real-life plants: Find unique features of the plants around you that you can adapt to create an entirely new plant. For example, you could make an orchard full of fruit trees that project sharp needles from the hanging fruit when touched.

Think outside the box: Consider what the creatures in your world need. Figure out how their unique needs could be met by the plants. What kind of food do they eat? What is poisonous to them? Where do they nest? 

Tie in significance and mythological elements: Take ideas from folklore. Give your plants deeper meaning to the people that inhabit your world. What mystical properties do your plants have? Are they used in a ritual?

Consider the environment: When making a new type of plant, consider the climate and geography of its growing area. Plants that grow in dry areas look and function differently from those that thrive in wetlands. 

Get creative with your fictional plants. Consider purpose. Mix, match, and invent! Happy world-building!

[misfortuneshand]

Need some help about my main character

Soo basically I've made my mc an average and rather plain looking girl since I am sick of every female mcs being almost perfect in fantasy novels. But I've been told that the 'plain girl' is also as bad as the cliche ones and a kind of 'y/n'. Any ideas about what should I do?

[omitsuishere]

No intro post just needed to share some stuff i did for my "book" (dont think it deserve this appellation lol) 1st i created a full font with an alphabet i created (still dont know if i'm going to use this)

2nd everytime i imagine a quote that can hit hard i need to associate or create a character to fit it

3rd talking about my future character all the time without even creating an id card for them

4th everytime i log in pinterest there is dozen of images i can use for characters so i save them (even tho half of it wouldnt even be used)

5th spamming my friend with all of my idea plot without writing about it

6th searching for stuff like "title of nobility" just to have more realism

[journeysward]

Introduction

Hello! My name is Journey and I am a fairly Novice writer.

My goal is to write a trilogy by the time I'm 30. I am 24 right now so I have six years. This is a huge undertaking but its a dream of mine so I am here to make it true.

My books are going to be fantasy with a real world twist.

Here I will be introducing my books cryptically as to not give too much away!

Hopefully I catch your attention and you will join me on this journey!

[kspendragon]

someone please tell me to go and finish my manuscript. 

[mlintschinger]

LOOKING FOR A WRITING GROUP

Hello all. I am looking for a writing group. I am writing an action fantasy story trying for some high anime action and DnD logic stuff. I am doing this as preparation for a comic (and the comic is a cheap alternative to an animated series). So, I need people that love plot, character, and story, but will be patient with me as I spell check myself. I am 39 years old, but still write like a teenager. Do message me if you know a good group for this.

[authorkrysejay]

Indie Author Progress #2

With my timeline for publishing Phoenix Awakening planned out, I've given myself a few weeks to make sure the cover and story are as good as I can get it. So the past few days I've turned my attention to creating book 2's cover and getting to book 3's 3rd draft.

Hiraeth Song is planned to have 5 to 6 books in the series total depending on how the already planned events unfold when I get to writing them. But I've only completed the second draft of the 3rd book up to this point in time.

Book 3 is where the story gets really dark and I've been giving myself leeway to get to finalizing the events and what is included in it, mostly for my own mental health. I already have a few notes on things to change. Most of it has to do with the pacing and how Moira has evolved as well as the dynamic of her relationship with the dark broody mmc.

Its a slow burn enemies to lovers romance where both of them have commitment issues and dove in way to fast the first two drafts so...that's gotta change lol.

Stay tuned for next weeks update!

Also,

Cover reveal for Phoenix Awakening coming Nov 23! Only ten days away!

[officialzombeefish]

Tiktok I made for my books' world building ✨️

[creator-girl]

any other writers out there maladaptive daydream 😊 asking for a friend

[isafrb]

writers, readers and fellow autumn & winter devotees, light up your torches. 🪵🌌🧣🧦🍁📚🕯️☕️

[airic-fenn]

An excerpt of the The Arai Chronicles short story my newsletter subscribers will soon be able to read:

The drone of the airship rumbled in Isaias’ ears, its lull having long since tempted his eyes closed. Though as much as he wished, he couldn’t quite find sleep, not with the young child across from him kicking his seat every so often.

“Javis, stop that, dear. Your father’s trying to rest. I already told you once,” Ianda muttered, a stern edge in her voice.

“But I’m bored,” protested Javis.

Isaias could imagine the defiant look in his blue eyes. What they lacked in opalescence like his mother’s, they retained in their intensity. Always the stubborn one, he was. Always one to question authority.

“You’re bothering him,” Ianda explained.

“He hasn’t said so,” Javis said.

“That doesn’t matter. Enough is enough. Read your book like I told you.”

Javis groaned. “I want to draw.”

“Then draw.”

Finally, the kicking stopped. Isaias sighed and whispered a thanks to his wife. Dream-sleep crept into the edges of his consciousness. It had been several days since he’d last had a good night’s rest. The waking world around him began to fade and he was entirely ready to let it slip away.

Then he felt Javis’ foot hit his seat again. It bounced once, and dug right into his shin. Isaias’ eyes shot open and he doubled over his knees in pain.

Javis squeaked. “Sorry father…”

Isaias eyed him dangerously. “Enough of that, boy.” He glanced to the side, and noticed now that Jair was no longer beside him. “Where is your brother?”

Javis shrugged sheepishly.

“I let him sit back there,” Ianda said, gesturing.

“Go sit with him until we arrive,” Isaias said.

Javis frantically nodded and scurried away. A moment later Isaias could hear the quiet mingling of Javis’ and his brother’s voices. Isaias massaged his shin and leaned back. Ianda watched him with faint amusement in her eyes.

“What?” he asked in annoyance.

“You can hardly blame him. This is a long ride for anyone.”

Isaias scoffed. “He’s impatient.”

“And where do you think he gets that from, hm?” Ianda looked at him pointedly.

He relaxed a little, knowing she was right. “It still hurt,” he grumbled.

“Do I need to kiss it to make it better?” Ianda teased.

Isaias smiled. “It could help.”

Ianda rolled her eyes, but leaned down and brushed her lips over his knee. Not quite where their boy had kicked him, but good enough given their close quarters.

“I think I need one more. My cheek still aches from when I bit it this morning,” Isaias said, smiling a little wider.

“That’s your own fault for speaking with your mouth full of granat berries,” Ianda chided. Still, she leaned in and planted a soft kiss at the corner of his lips. He turned slightly and returned the kiss before she slid back to her seat.

Her brown hair was done into many tiny braids that ended in tight curls, all pulled back to hang over one shoulder. She ran a few of them through her fingers—a habit of hers when she was thinking.

“What is it?” Isaias asked.

“I’m just glad that we’ll be getting away for a few days,” Ianda said, “And it’ll be nice to spend some proper time with the Monarains again. It feels like ages since we’ve seen them.”

Isaias nodded. It /had/ been ages since he’d seen Sal. As the Minister of Erothel, his partner had been preoccupied with the Board, the rest of the High Council and countless naysayers and detractors. Isaias himself had been dealing with his own problems in his position as the governor of the Southern province, and it seemed the two men more and more frequently were ships passing in the night. At this point Isaias ached to see him.

It was Sal who had reached out a month earlier, inviting Isaias and his family to his summer home on the coast - one would think that with both of them living in the Southern province and Sal spending at least half his time in Arkaven, the two would see more of each other. It was not so. The last several months had been extraordinarily busy for them both.

“Avira Varinin Liir told me she’s been planting a new garden. I’m excited to see it, she’s always had a magnificent hand with plants,” Ianda said. She paused, and after observing Isaias, smirked and added, “You and Sal should have plenty of time to yourselves.”

Isaias laughed. “You both are always welcome, you know.”

“Oh yes, I know. But I have more in common with Avira Varinin Liir. And /someone/ has to watch the children.”

At that, Isaias smiled sheepishly and averted his gaze. From behind them, a boy started to cry. Isaias sighed and moved to get up but Ianda put a hand on his arm and stood.

“I’ll check on them. I’m sure they’re teasing each other again. Get some rest,” she said. She squeezed past him and disappeared down the isle, her hooves lightly tapping the floor as she went.

Isaias shook his head as he heard her scold the boys. The long ride was getting to them. One day, they would be mature enough to tolerate it.

Isaias crossed his legs and laid his head back. Finally, sleep took him.

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[jeanettetqueen]

My soon to be released debut novel 😊

[omitsuishere]

Sometimes I just feel like the urge to write about my ocs (dont know if I would post about them here) but I'm so lazyy like words dont want to come, its like a really weird feeling. Its soooo frustrating like, send help pliz