#WritingWips

[fra-aria]

Jamie got my heart but writing a flustered Percy got me giggling

Also, just to ramble a little about this thing I'm writing... The episodes in gilmore girls about Luke's sister got me thinking of renaissance faires and the kf casts in fantasy outfits

Like- imagine Percy in a flowy white blouse with ruby or pink-ish red vest embroidered with flowers... Or Deja in a sparkly dark purple dress....... They would look so pretty............

[rhokisb]

The large man looked down at the half-Orc and frowned, “And she’s sure that you’re the ones for this quest.”

“In the flesh, as it were.” Dank said, tilting his head like a child. The man shook his head, “Gods help us all.”

“Do you want to be my friend?” Orlogg asked and the group groaned.

“Not particularly, no?” The man replied. The half-Orc gazed into the flames and said nothing at that. “You all do realize that you’re meant to be the ones to save the world, do you not?” Vestare puffed her cheeks and sat down next to Orlogg, extending her hands towards the flames.

~Day 43 of Weyard snips~

[thecontemporarychangeling]

Love knows no bounds, not even those of the natural world.

So this blog is mainly for me to keep track of my progress as a writer and author of my dearest project, a fantasy-romance book, on which idea I've been writing on for the last 8 years.

I used to think that its a passion for my very own closet alone and I kept it hidden like a precious gem. Though it was probably for the best that no one got to see those messy first drafts, I am now at a point where I can imagine talking about it. I don't expect anyone to have interest in it, but I sure do like thinking about it and I believe a blog is a great way to start.

I'm using midjourney to create characters, places and moods. For all I can say that although I hope there is a way that the artists that provided all the data for it to learn from are in someway compensated, I am very thankful for the opportunity of creating visuals based on my own prompts. I attached a few - let's see if they stick around until the books are published or if I will change them soon.

Have a great day everyone. Choose to be kind.

"There's something undeniably magical about falling in love with a supernatural being."

[kiwi-star11]

🔥☯️⛩️My KFP Project Notebook!⛩️☯️🔥

#KungFuPanda #KungFuPandaParody #fanfiction #project #kungfupanda2 #kungfupanda3 #kungfupanda4 #writingWIP #writingprocess #OCinsert #reader #writer

Project: Rise Again From Ashes

Context: About a otherworldly human girl who ends up in the KFP universe just to learn martial arts and relearns what was claimed to be "lost" before returning back to where ever or whenever she came from.

I'll post my characters elsewhere with links to their bios and basic info. But I'll post the stories on Ao3, Tumblr, Wattpad, and maybe even Guilded.

[intelligentdumbass]

“...Okay fine, I guess he’s not that bad.”

Apollo thought back to the time when he resisted the urge to throw that brat into the darkest depths of Tartarus. After all, who wouldn’t? He sure as hell knows that he’d be saving everyone from a billion future headaches if he did.

Still, gods matured quickly, and that resentment soon faded into a begrudging sense of... fascination.

The way he stole the cattle, humiliated him, won over their father’s favor and how he even had the audacity to inculde himself as one of the Olympians when he sacrificed the beef while he was but a day old... and those was merely the first impressions, far from the end of the future messenger god’s bullshit.

His smile, his wit, his way with words and that cute little winke of his... All of it, every little feature and trait of his, as much as it annoyed the fuck out of the archer god, served as a constant reminder of why he continued to refrain from chucking Hermes into the abyss.

“Oh please.” Athena said, amused. “You were only pissed because it happened to you. If the victim of his first scheme had been literally anyone else, you would’ve definitely come around much sooner. You would’ve started encouraging his behaviour much sooner too-”

“Shush.”

[love-you-like-a-lovesong]

Me: I won't be starting a new project-

Also me: ... and it'll be 180k words long and steal all the hearts of my fans... Blah blah

[travelingcamera95]

Some quotes from my WIP.

[author-ml-mckenzie]

A snippet from my work in progress, The Curse of Being Gifted. 

[lattaescript]

Work in Progress/Coming Soon (9/2/17)

I tagged along (wherever you are)

Hoseok x Reader

-Social Media!Au, Where you are a famous youtuber and Hoseok is a famous dancer, College!Au,  Best Friend!Jungkook, Fratboy!Jungkook, Best Friend!Hoseok, Dancer!Hoseok

-Fluff/Angst. Rating: E

-Warnings: Umm, mentions of sex, alcohol, but that’s it?

-Originally a Jikook fic/ Jikook ver. Coming soon on AO3?

-Summary: You are heartbroken when you realize you love your best friend but your best friend doesn’t necessarily feel the same. You escape to the internet world to help you cope with your feelings and you instantly become taken by this cute talented dancer on Instagram, inspiring you to make yourself shine as well. But you didn’t know back then that your paths would cross…

Mellow, Maybe (but hopefully so)

Taehyung x Reader

Spring Day references, Model/Photographer!Au

Genres: Angst, fluff

Rating: E

Summary: “Who are you?”

“Me? I’m somebody you know. Maybe.”

You are a model, a girl who loves pastel colors, custards, and spring.

He is a photographer, an artist who loves paint, popsicles, and winter. When you meet for the so-called first time in a photoshoot, he implies that you maybe do know him…but from where? Who is this mysterious boy everyone seems to know except for you?

Apple and Cheese

Jungkook x Reader

Genres: Fluff, a lil angst?

Rating: E

His nickname was “Apple” because he was that fresh minty kid you knew from  a quick glance due to the glint in his smile. Your nickname was “Cheese” because you were the deep bookworm that liked cheesy quotes but continued to entertain everyone with your food for thought. You two were always seen together, the most likely unlikely pair people liked to call, “Apple and Cheese”. 

The First Dawn Alone (Young Forever)

Genres: Angst

Taehyung x Reader, Brother!Namjoon

-Warning: Violence, Abusive parents, Alcohol, Drug Use

-You always knew that your older brother and his group of friends were trouble. They had a strong kinship, but they carry scars so deep that they lost innocence while it should still be kept. But somehow, you are pulled to what stories they have to tell, and always tried to join them in their escapades (despite their own initial heavy protests). However, when a tragic accident happens, you are forced to be involved deeper than you ever wanted.

Member x Member: TBA

[raywritesstories]

[image description: an orange full moon partly covered by the silhouettes of bushes over a dark blue sky. in the centre, white serif font reads “writeblr introduction.” / end id] [image via @avakrahn​] 

INTRODUCTION.

about me.

my name is ray. i’m 26 years old. she/her. i live in new york city, and am an mfa student concentrating in fiction.

i studied law in the u.k. and the u.s. and hated it in both places.

i write literary fiction, magical realism, and fantasy.

i am obsessed with beautiful prose.

i currently have several WIPs which i will begin posting about here. 

other random tidbits about me:

i am a semi-competitive pokemon player and was the president of my undergraduate university’s pokemon club.

i am obsessed with animals of all kinds. especially dinosaurs, cats, fish, and bugs. i have 11 fishtanks.

i play magic the gathering.

i love fashion, but only the slow kind. i have been shopping 100% slow fashion for over seven years. i tried to be a fashion blogger once and failed. 

i decorate cakes.

i have terrible taste in music.

i hate planning trips, but am excellent at packing for weeks in only a carry-on.

i would really love some writing friends! just drop a follow or a message and let’s chat about writing or whatever.

[swampertspawner]

Château Crépuscule (wip)

Context: Hannah is my drow shadow sorcerer that I'm currently playing in a campaign. She is the princess to an evil kingdom, which is essentially fascist fake France. Hope you enjoy!

Hannah walked through the halls of Château Crépuscule, a small, spiky ball in her hand she played with as she went. There was no particular reason to her going through the castle; her studies for the day were complete and she wasn't interested much in reading their library. Despite being a younger elf, she still thought herself capable enough not needing to read any more than she needed to. Even if she did want to sit down and read, the words seemed to escape her and eventually she started staring into space until she snapped herself back into reading and absorbing. That was too much trouble, she thought, and was restless enough most of the time that going around the castle was a better use of her energy.

As she walked, she eventually came upon a large window that opened to the vast underground city of Minuit. Despite being underground, freshly fallen snow managed to fall gently down into the streets. We all have grandmother to thank for that, she thought to herself, I must say it's quite the pretty sight. She leaned onto the windowsill, staring out into the distance and sighing. I still wish Father would let me outside the city, at least. I'm nearly 102 already, surely he'd think I'm old enough.

"You seem to be more bored than usual, sister," a voice piped up from behind her. She turned around, seeing a bright face she detested and a smile she liked to loathe coming up from a few feet away. "Hello, Olivier," she replied to her brother. "Don't you have peasants you need to be feeding?"

Olivier simply laughed it off, though the smallest trace of a cringe evident in his eyes. "Well mother's relief operation isn't for a few days, so no. I won't be feeding any until then." Hannah rolled her eyes as she faced back out of the window, her brother joining beside her.

"What is it about those overdwellers you like so much anyway? It's not like they're worth the queen's time, let alone the crown prince's."

Olivier raised an eyebrow to this "And what makes them unworthy, pray tell?"

[rhokisb]

“We were only here for the gold these two idiots promised. Perhaps you are mistaken, and it is really these two who are the problem?” Shenzu argued, his tail swishing against the ground behind him. Sheba shook her head, “I’m afraid not, Warrior. The myth foretells a group of six, destined to save all Weyard from the unnamed.”

“The unnamed what?” Dante asked.

“We, those of us who are ancient, do not speak of it. It is far more likely that the darkness of the nameless is responsible for the event in Garo than anything else. You wander along a path towards the eye of the sleeping one, and should it be awakened, everything will end. The first step to you not disturbing the unnamed is to not know of it.”

“It’s a nameless beast? I can strike it down.” Armand hoisted his war hammer as it crackled with energy. Sheba shook her head.

“I admire your strength. But you do not understand. Some things were locked away long ago for a reason. This should never have come to pass, yet was always written to. The one you seek has upset the balance, learned too much, and hungers for more. Until they are stopped, this world will know nothing but suffering.” She went to a nearby apple tree and picked a ripe, red apple. Holding it in one light green hand, the apple withered and decayed within seconds.

“This is a crude example of what the unnamed will do, should it be allowed to escape. Not a soul alive will be able to stop it or fight against it should it be unleashed. In all my years, I never thought I would live to see the day where the Six should be standing in front of me.” Orlogg used his hand and bumped Dante in his thigh, mouthing “the Six” at his friend. Dante rolled his eyes, “Look, I appreciate all the chatter and the insistence that we are some band of heroes who can stop a great evil, but to be honest: I’m a whore. This is a whole lot of not bed-work for you to be directing at me. That’s not what I’m really about, and this one,” He pointed at Orlogg sitting beside him pulling grass from the ground, “He’s half an idiot and a herbalist. You’ve got the wrong people, at least with us two. Maybe the drunkard, too.” Vestare swore and spit on the ground, glaring at Dante.

~Day 32 of Weyard snips~

[a-d-silver]

⁣Hey guys, 🖼🎨🖼🎨🖼🎨🖼🎨🖼🎨⠀ It's been a while since I did a WIP update and after doing some outlining I have realised that l only have 9 more chapters to go before l finish the 2nd draft of my WIP 😆 Also this painting was made by my sister ( @emmasilveira227 ) who gave it to me as a birthday present, l love it so much that l just had to share it. 😍⠀ ⠀ ⁉️How far along are you on your WIP? ⠀ #wip #writingcommunity #writing #aspiringauthor #amwriting #bookcommunity #pinting #artphotography #paintings #amwritingfantasy #amwritingfiction #amwritingromance #a.dsilver #writinginspiration #writingwip #bookstagram #writersofbookstagram #writersofinstagram #writersofig #indiwriter #bookideas #photo #photographer #artoftheday #artist #loveartwork #writingprocess #books #outdoorphotography #wolfpainting (at Sydney, Australia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CTWJ94AvIQG/?utm_medium=tumblr

[planetgaypanic]

yall wanna hear about my WIP

no?  well you dont get a choice 🙃 

essentially it’s a revisionist retelling of the story of the devil.  i think it’s time that non-religious people starting looking at the bible/christianity from a scholarly POV.  i’m an atheist.  however i’m not here to disrespect the bible or christians and i intend to do my share of research to portray your religion and bible respectfully even though some of you ✨don’t bother to be respectful with other cultures or religions✨ 

anyways my idea comes from the fact that the early christian church used elements of ancient non-christian religions to make it appear more fearful.  the symbol of a horned god can be linked to a number of ancient deities, including the greek god pan.  if you look at the names of some demons, many of them can easily be linked to god/deities from other religions. and the very same goes for the devil.  in fact, we only think of the devil by the name of Lucifer because of a translation error made in the 17th century in the king james bible.   

the name Lucifer comes from the latin word lucifer, which was also the name of the deity who was the personification of the morning star in roman mythology (in greek myth he was phosphorus).  the same can also be said for the name of devil being satan.  like lucifer, it was also a word rather than a name, it meant “adversary”. anyways, my story follows the god phosphorus.  he is the personification of the morning star along with other pagan gods, who represent the natural elements.  one day, they are killed by a newer and more powerful being - god.  he spares phosphorus, changes his name to lucifer, and lets him live among his angels as the angel of light.  anyways long story short, adam, eve, and the demon lilith are involved and dante alighieri gets a cameo at the end 

anyways dm me or rb if you’re interested or if you have any recommendations for sources/similar works.  

[intelligentdumbass]

(Remember that one hyapollo fic? Yeah I kinda wanna rewrite it but more in Apollo’s pov. Ere, have a lil snippet)

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What do you do when you’ve done all that there is to do? When you’re too bored to do nothing and yet too tired to do something? When you want to talk but at the same time not?

I love singing and, in times like those described above, I prefer to only sing to myself; to go to the forest and play my cithara for no one in particular but the random fauna that decide to stay and watch.

…

It was a morning like any other, or at least it was supposed to be.

There was a prince, Hyacinthus, who had set off with his dogs to go hunt in the wooded outskirts of his kingdom. He was confused for it was quite the strange sight to behold; the trees were nothing but silence for hours and hours on end. Eventually, he and his hounds did manage to catch a scent, but when he did it was accompanied by a song, and the voice was not of a bird’s. It led them into a small clearing and instead of drawing his bow, the hunter froze.

There was, in the middle, what he perceived to be a fair maiden strumming on their lyre; golden hair shimmering under the sunlight as a wide range of animals sat around them. The young man was entranced, and so were his dogs, so for a while he just stared until the musician finally noticed the new addition to their audience.

The notes slowly faded but, before the singer could say a word, Hyacinthus snapped out of it and spoke first.

“I’m sorry miss but��” He slowly approached, cautious of all the critters. “What in Zeus’ name is a lass like you doing out here of all places?”

I raised an eyebrow, but I decided to play along. “Oh you know, just bored and passing the time with my cithara.”

“I assume your father’s somewhere close by, then.” He glanced around, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Oh no, I came here to have some me time with myself.”

Hyacinthus looked dismayed. “Not even a brother, cousin, or a friend?”

I shook my head; he frowned.

“It’s not safe to be all alone out here.” He insisted. “As a prince, it is my duty to protect-”

Alas, it was in that moment that he accidentally stepped on the tail of a lion. Fortunately, a second later, a silver arrow rushed by; barely missing the young man and piercing the cat’s heart. The rest of the animals took this as a sign to scram.

Hyacinthus blinked, and muttered a silent prayer to the archer god. Ironically, this is what he said next:

“See my point? Come on, I’ll escort you back.”

He reached his hand out, but only got a punch to the face in response. As he staggered back I took the opportunity to speak in my normal, deeper voice.

“Really??”

The mortal was mortified. Gazing into my sapphire eyes, he suddenly understood. He hastily tried to get his shit together, smiling in embarrassment.

“A-” “Apologies my lord. I suppose you’re just… that enchanting.”

“Oh?” I scanned him from head to toe. My instincts told me he wasn’t lying; it wasn’t merely empty flattery. “I suppose you’re not that bad yourself.”

“Ah well, of course!” I’m Sparta’s heir after all.” He proudly exclaimed. “Still though, I am, uh terribly sorry for interrupting your song-”

“Save your apologies; it’s fine. I’m not going to smite you for that.” I sat down and placed the cithara back on my lap. “In fact, you’re welcome to stay if you so desire. I won’t mind.”

“But you said you wanted some time alone?”

“Away from the other gods, I mean.”

Hyacinthus was reluctant, yet he did have nothing else do. Plus, the puppers seemed eager to hear me continue my song.

“…alright.” He said, sitting next to me; the dogs following suit. “Only for a bit, if that’s really okay with you my lord-”

“Please, just call me Apollo.”

Unbeknownst to Hyacinthus a ‘bit’ was quite an understatement. It was like time itself ceased to exist, and for once that wasn’t a bad thing.

 ...

The sun was setting and the prince had already left; leading his pack back to the palace. I chose to stay. It was then that the west wind materialized before me.

“I was just passing by, so here’s a quick tip.” Zephyr murmured. “If I were you, I’d restrain myself. He’s already caught the eyes of two other gods and one mortal.”

“And you’re telling me this because?” A smile crept its way onto my lips.

“…what’s with that look?” He frowned; I said nothing as the god slowly fizzled out into thin air.

Hyacinthus had invited me to go out and hunt with him.

As expected of two skilled hunters, the trip went exceptionally well. Still, as we sprinted through the trees, I couldn’t help but sense the eyes of someone else; immediately knowing who it was. If Hyacinthus knew too, then he merely chose to ignore that suspicious stench of spring in the air. I had a little sympathy for the intruder, or back then I did. The prince was easy to like, and I’m sure many have fallen for his bodily charms alone.

When we paused for a break, I said:

“Has anyone ever made a move on you before?”

Hyacinthus froze; I held in a chuckle. It wasn’t hard to spot his attempt at holding my hand just before I asked.

“At least three other men have, but I’ve rejected them all.” He then quickly added, “That isn’t to say I’m only into woman though!”

I laughed. “Having trouble finding the right one?”

He stared a bit before suddenly grinning. “…Who knows, for all I know, I already have.”

“Because I’m smart, talented, and very hot?”

“Maybe.” He inched closer. “But it’s also because of, or rather, how you smile.”

A faint flush of red spread around my cheeks as I flashed that signature smirk, probably further proving his point. Then in the blink of an eye he leaned in; a hand holding my chin and his murmurs softer than any other breeze against my ear.

“May I?”

He only got a kiss in response.

Thus was how we met; the beginning of the tale of the golden god and the Spartan prince.

[love-you-like-a-lovesong]

Helena has so many good memories of the three just being kids but,,, they're not kids anymore and she's aware. It doesn't make it any easier for her though, because she knows she has to stop them.

It gets me going through the water works ahhh