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Current WIPs

Title links go to any intro posts, and tag links go to the tag pages.

Songs of Decay - Eldritch-inspired suspense radio drama. Tom moves to a small town with his daughter to reconnect with his dad, a retired bodyguard, and find a better life. Unfortunately, the county is afflicted with the eldritch and the local Eldritch Anomalies Department (EAD) is drowning in work. With a skill set (and too much experience) in the eldritch, Tom tries to help and finds himself dealing with an eldritch moose, a murder, occult summonings, and Esther, a local widow determined to solve things on her own. #songs of decay

A Small Lantern Still Gives Light - Xianxia inspired and based. Zhang Huai Shi is one of the last remaining cultivators of a sect destroyed by the new emperor when he came to power over a decade ago. Bai Xue Ying is a half demon hiding his heritage, wandering the cultivation world with Zhang Huai Shi. Their fate and the fate of their whole country begins to shift when they stumble upon a cell containing a long-thought-dead prisoner of war, who also has connections to the Zhang family. Genre-typical deluge of characters, politics, and drama. Family is important. #small lantern

Bards, Courts, and Changelings - Late 1940s, post WWII. Irish mythology is real and causes problems on the regular. Bards act as mortal go between for the fair folk and normal humans, dealing in debts and favors. A Scottish researcher, Irish bard, and English wardens all converge on a changeling case. However, a selkie gets swept into the fray, and an American woman trying to get back home needs help to escape a dangerous fae. There will be a wedding. #bc&c

Living Memory - Modern Greek mythology slice-of-life exploring topics of grief, coming of age, and family. When Blythe's husband Adanil dies and leaves her with a grieving family of five, she decides to pull an Orpheus and sets out after him to the Underworld with a YouTube musician in tow. In the ensuing chaos, the family has to learn how to deal with unlikely success, Fate, and living with the introvert daughter of Hades and Persephone. #living memory

Outcasts - High fantasy where magic is technically illegal in many countries, and an underground resistance has formed that spans the whole continent. Many characters, many perspectives, all trying to make life better as they want to see it. We have several manuscripts that need editing, but the future is becoming clearer. #outcasts

We’ve also got a lot of AUs and random ramblings that we may share for fun~ To get to know us, here’s our writeblr intro.

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- Crookedwriter & Inkwell

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[thecrookedwriterspath]

First line tag game

Thanks for the tag @sabels-small-sphere !

This game has you post the first sentence in your last ten works; if you don't have 10, do as many as you have!

Lucky y'all, I DEFINITELY have at least that xD I usually only mention WIPs I have a decent amount on but but there's plenty more. Let me know if you're interested in any, familiar or not!

I'll tag @thewriterswitch @writing-with-melon @hd-literature and @surroundedbypearls though anyone feel free to take it on as well!

1. Songs of Decay

Tom: Soo you're angry with me because the moose didn't maul me and my daughter? Sir? Compton: No, I'm upset because you were directly in the Moose Zone after the warnings went off, and then instead of leaving, you fought it. With your daughter there!

2. Frozen Sands

Hawk stalked out of the house and paused to massage his temples. His father Hugo could be too jovial at times. There was a limit to what Hawk could handle, and Hugo went over that, regularly. Combined with the hammering of metal in the forge and workshop, headaches were a daily occurrence.

3. A Small Lantern Still Gives Light

Zhang Huai Shi: *eating noodles* You hear that? Bai Xue Ying: Dog, he said. Zhang Huai Shi: Yeah. Don't know any that tall, do you?

4. Dragons and Kingdoms

“The herds were forced into the last barn remaining, and the herders tried their best to keep all of the animals together. The dragon roared and swooped at the stragglers, its companion flying over the roof and belching out green flames. But the people had thought ahead and soaked the roof, and the flames would not catch. The greedy dragon was not pleased by this, and tried again."

5. Bards, Courts, and Changelings

Leir: Who's the warden? Haysel: Ooooh, that's Leystand. Leir: What? Haysel: *quieter* Can't you tell?? Leir: *also quieter* I've never had the misfortune of running into him.

6. Birds of a Feather (Labyrinth x Princess Tutu)

[montage of recordings in front of the school in various locations; Rosalind, a theater student with an assignment, is setting up for interviews, shuffling papers beside a camera. Her partner, Celia, is setting up the camera] Rosalind: *going through papers* Celia: *focusing the camera on an outside hallway* Femio: *posing* Is this good? My better angle? Mis amores, please tell me if I am too much for your technology~

7. Dancing with Deception

Shida used to take ballet. She'd even learned ballroom, salsa, tango, swing. Now she just listened to the beat, bouncing and banging her head and hips to the sound surrounding her.

8. Alien Girlfriend

Most people don't believe in aliens. However, I happen to know that those people are wrong. I never argued one way or another for a long time - it didn't matter to me. Extraterrestrial or local, I didn't push for any more information than people would share on their own.

9. A Deal's a Deal

Nashida walked into the woods with a light, well after the hour she knew were safe. She followed a path deeper and deeper into the forest, and soon lost the trail entirely. She was alone. She knew she had to be for this to work.

10. [title pending] Princess Tutu Reverse Isekai Xianxia

An old man lived on his own with a donkey in a cave on a mountaintop, rarely coming out but to chuckle at the world, beat his fish drum, and return. He wrote stories, fanciful but sad ones, delighting in their tragedy and chaos. One day, he was found dead, his last story left unfinished. But it held much potential left to fulfill…

That's all for now!

WIP tag lists (condensed):

@hd-literature @surroundedbypearls @pure-solomon @blind-the-winds @sarah-sandwich-writes @lucianinsanity @coffeewritesfiction @sabels-small-sphere @writinglittlebeasts

[thecrookedwriterspath]

Thanks for the tag! I'm new to these so it may be a bit wonky lol, but it'll be fun! (Note: early manuscripts drafts tend to be in script format as it's easiest for me and my cowriter)

I will tag @writeintrees , @pure-solomon , @iced-ginger-tea , and @thistlebloomed with the words: blue, green, water, fire

Sky

Songs of Decay:

Connie: Oh, don't tell me it's snowing.

Esther: *hastily* No, but it might soon. You should both head out quickly before the sky opens up.

Richard: Oh, Con, we may need to--

*pounding on the front door*

Walters: ESTHER LAMBERT!

Richard: What the--

Walters: I KNOW YOU HAVE IT! IT BELONGS TO ME! BRING IT TO ME!

Golden

A Small Lantern Still Gives Light

Zhang Huai Shi: So-- Both you and your sister-- She didn't use a talisman. But you do.

Bai Xue Ying: Yes. Rou Ying has a golden core, but it's not as... stable. She's better at fire cultivation than I am, though.

Zhang Huai Shi: You-- fire cultivation? Right. Okay. Demons don't cultivate though??

Bai Xue Ying: Not-- as such, but-- there are rules, it's... equivalent.

Sun

Bards, Courts, and Changelings

Leir: You just visiting from the States?

Finley: That obvious? *good natured laugh* I s'pose so. I'm working for a bit right now to earn some extra for the trip back.

Leir: Where in the States?

Finley: Southeast.

Leir: Florida... *waves hand* New York is north. Texas is west. And then there's California on the west coast.

Finley: *laughs* Well there are a few others around there. Virginia specifically, for me. East coast, bout half way down. Some areas are bout as green as here.

Leir: Tch. Why visit more rain?

Finley: *laughs again* not the whole state! And there's more sun over there. *serves tea, then goes to take the bread out*

Leir: Ah. Well, then. Glad we could give you some nice rain 6 days out of 7.

Dragons and Kingdoms

Wrapping his cloak around himself, Graysen smiled and strode forward. Keith and Christopher would likely stay with friends in town, and have to travel through the blinding snow with the sun in the morning. He and his sisters would be back at home with their parents, able to sleep in a little bit more. Maybe he could even finish his chores early, and check some traps he'd set before the storm. They'd need to be reset whether they had anything in them or not. It would be a nice way to stay our of the hangover attitude his brothers were sure to have, too. Keith would assuredly drag him into chores if possible. Graysen hummed a little to set his pace, and headed out of town.

Moon

Frozen Sands

Halim stalked out of the house and paised to massage his temples. His father Hugo could be too jovial at times. There wad a limit to what Halim could handle, and Hugo went over that regularly. Happiness was not something that came easily to Halik. Not since they'd moved to Wickfall from Saggitar. Not since hidnsister Raude had died. Halim worked, cooked helped his father with getting people out of prison cells and store information for the Outcasts, and went to bed. On occasion he ate. Once in a full moon, he wrote his brother Zamir. In the last letter, Zamir had mentioned pastries. Hugo usually got them from a local bakery, one that made some Saggitarian things, and kept enough around to eat when Halim actually felt like eating.

WIP tag lists (condensed):

@hd-literature @surroundedbypearls @pure-solomon @blind-the-winds @sarah-sandwich-writes @lucianinsanity @coffeewritesfiction @sabels-small-sphere @ink-flavored @writeintrees @writinglittlebeasts

manuscript search game

Thanks for tagging me @mattresses-and-macaroni!

I'll be searching my manuscript for the words borrow, clash, fair, and endure.

I'll be tagging @thecrookedwriterspath @words-after-midnight @wildswrites @hottubraccoon and @andromeda-grace

Borrow (Saran):

Swiping the bandages off the table, Saran quickly returned to his hiding spot behind the barrels. He just needed to borrow them for a bit, they'd get them back... although they probably wouldn't want bloody bandages anymore. Regardless, Panthu needed them. Surely they'd understand?

Clash (Saran):

Without warning. Without a signal, Severin raced forward with his sword, and the sound of clashing metal rang through the air. Saran had only barely prevented his head from being lobbed off, and a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead. For a split second, he glanced over at Radjna, only to see her face contorted into an arrogant smirk. She was hoping he would die.

Fair (Saran):

"Toss them overboard," Viridian intoned, turning his back.

Sputtering, Saran tried to wrench himself from the pirates' grip, to no avail. He couldn't die, not like this! "That isn't fair!" He called out, the desperation in his voice apparent. He didn't care if it sounded like he was begging. He couldn't let his friends die!

"Life isn't fair, sweetheart," Viridian replied, looking over his shoulders. Saran thought he saw a glimpse of remorse in his emerald eyes, but he could have been imagining it. "That's just how the world works."

Endure (from the same chapter that clash is from! still Saran's POV)

His muscles thrumming with the energy of a goddess, he parried Severin’s next attack and sent the golden boy flying back. The golden boy almost lost his balance, but he was a warrior too. And even if Saran would never admit it aloud, he was a good one. Saran had endured enough abuse from the Keepers. He wasn’t going to let them beat him down any longer.

[the-crooked-library]

I'd like to request badideabigmistake.odf for WIP Wednesday please

Hello and thank you so much! Between all the prompts for this, I've managed to write a page <3 Here is the last bit:

He would brush his Force signature gently against Anakin’s; he would whisper senseless platitudes out loud; and, soon enough, Anakin would drift off again, lulled into peaceful dreams. The habit remained for years – maintained, on and off, through Anakin’s shoddy first attempts at shielding, his knighting, and the severance of their bond.

The separation never truly took – until the fires of Mustafar burned every bridge between them, and the Force fell silent.

*

It is much later now, just over a decade since they'd seen each other last. Anakin – no. Darth Vader has a nightmare; and, like a fool, Obi-Wan wakes up and reaches.

[crtalley]

The Deck of Miracles — CAMP NANO '23

→ ya fantasy / standalone / april goal: 30k // → cobblestone slick with early morning fog / a window box herb garden in a monastery / statues that look like they could breathe / reaching out to hold someone's hand only to remember they aren't there //

Mallow is cursed. Of that—out of all things—she's certain. Why else would people turn to stone the moment they meet her eye? Why else would those closest to her be hurt by her very existence? She does what she can to mitigate the damage: the blindfold keeps her safe; the dampening wards around Heathrynge House keep her safe; the money she brings in from stage shows, dressed in ragged robes with gilt cards in hand, keeps her safe.

→ the deck of miracles is real // → no one else knows / no one else believes / but he sees her there on stage with the cards in hand and even from a distance he can read them better than the heathrynges ever could //

James Liddell has spent his entire life in transition. Place to place, home to home, school to school, name to name—he's not allowed to tell anyone the name his father gave him. Instead he reaches out with a venomous bright grin and a pleasant Jamie, please. He's not allowed to tell anyone that the blood in his veins is streaked with gold, so instead he shows them, leading the people around him to ruin with a bat of his eyelashes.

→ he could make a world that loves him // → he could make a world that loves her // → he could make a world where he's not a third son and he's not a shadow of greater things and he's not— //

Nothing. Torin de Merchien is nothing compared to his brother or his sister. He's been nothing since he was twelve years old and got shipped off to his first monastery school—since he was fifteen and decided he hated every face of God, every statue, every passage he was made to memorize—since he figured out that the only way to make people pay attention is to make it impossible for them to look away. There's no difference between an embarrassment and a legacy; if his name is ruined, that's all he ever deserved, anyway.

→ three teenagers fuck around with spacetime // → and damn do they find out //

gen taglist → lmk if you want to be added or removed!

@metanoiamorii @glitterandstarshine @crookedwritings @seasteading @avi-why @hekat-ie @localdeadlylaser @jadeywrites @aubergineanathema @quadraphonictypewriter @lasbrumas @cheshawrites @eloquenceandemphasis @asablehart @arctic-stars @worldbuildng @dovebeast @uppoffringar

[crookedwritings]

Hi, everybody!! I have been stalking the writeblr tag every since I found out the tag even existed. Since I wanted to get to know more of my mutual writeblrs on the tag, I thought it would be a good time to introduce myself to everyone.

about me

🌟 beth (she/her) 🌟 34 🌟 infp 🌟 lawful good 🌟 pansexual 🌟 introverted af 🌟 i like k-pop, video games, k-drama as well as c-dramas 🌟 i am addicted to thai bl (boylove) dramas 🌟 I watch a lot of scifi shows such as Stargate, Farscape, the Expanse and so on. Even in k-dramas and c-drama I am drawn to the historical, fantasy or science fiction shows. 🌟 feel free to ask me anything. i made this writeblr because I wanted to make some writeblr friends and blog about my wips and my never-ending ocs. 

about the blog

🌟 wip intros 🌟 character moodboards 🌟 worldbuilding 🌟 excerpts 🌟 reblogs of stuff i like 🌟 me crying over my ocs 🌟 me also carrying over my massive wip that has been giving trouble for over a year and half now 🌟 more!

what i like to read/write about

For as long as I could remember I had grown up watching the original Star Wars movies but as I got older I started watching and reading more fantasy driven stories such as Harry Potter and a book series called the Sword of Truth books. I’ve always been drawn to writing science fiction more than fantasy but my massive wip that been giving me a headache is definitely science fantasy which I didn’t know was a thing. I also write fanfiction for fandom who have long since dead but I love these shows desperately. I’m not picky about what I read, so please let me know about your wips. 

my wips

🌟 descendants of the new dawn (science fantasy, romance, adventure, mystery) - long story short : luz singh becomes the new consort for markus, who is the emperor of the castillon empire. luz is becoming accustomed to her new role as the primary consort when there is an assassination attempt on her life after the emperor announces that she will become the next empress once she provides him with a male heir. fearing for the life of his consort, he places two of his best soldiers to be her protection. when she gets a mystery message that there was another consort in her place before she become to the one and the girl meet a untimely and gruesome end, luz begins to question just how perfect her situation as become. with her two bodyguards at her side she starts to look into the death of the consort but it will soon put her life at risk. also she has been having visions of the her two bodyguards long before she even met them. it seems that visions are coming true. or this already come to pass before? - this just general idea of the first book in the series. i will make a wip intro post soon.

please like and reblog this post so i can follow your blog. also let me know about wips and if you’d like to be added to any of my wip(s) taglists. i follow back from @crookedgoddess for this blog is a sideblog. so please follow me back there. 

[the-crooked-library]

M285 - Working Title.odf

TMA candles in the rain.odf

badideabigmistake.odf

Snippet from M285 - Working Title.odf

There was a number of clanging metal staircases, though. With the lights all dead, I couldn’t exactly tell you what they looked like: all I know is that they sounded like a fucking nightmare. A faint scent of rust hung in the air above them as we passed, exposing the same sort of disrepair that haunted every part of the complex. Whether it was the humidity, a lack of maintenance, or both, the place felt like it had been abandoned for years.

I could hear the light scraping of Benjamin’s fingers against the wall as we descended. I’d get two taps, always, at the top of the stairs. He did not speak, and I followed him without question - oddly unwilling to disturb the dust-ridden silence any more than we already had.

WIP Wednesday Game (6 MAR 24)

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

Requested/Friend event mentions under the cut! If you'd like to be pinged next week, send me a message to ask!

@fiore-della-valle @redbirdblogs @greenbergsays @idkfandomwhatever @luckyspike

@obaewankenope @mad-madam-m @anonymousdandelion @geometricfractal @prettybirdy979

@eriquin @labelleizzy @aparticularbandit @madnessfromthemountains @makeroftherunes

@whimsicalmeerkat @kidsomeday @lizhly-writes @skyderman @adhdavinci

@owlbearwrites @anachronismstellar @anyctibius @rilannon @lazinesswrites

@zyrafowe-sny @dreaminghour @blue-eyedbeta @candyskiez @dreamerking27

@kalira @virgulesmith @i-want-delfeur @selkies-world @exceedinglygayotter

@oitreewrites @post-and-out @1attheedge @qqaba

[chazzawrites]

writeblr challenge taglist pt 3

@reininginthefirewriting @fourteenzero @thelittlestspider @andiwriteunderthemoon @howdy-writes @henrike-does-writing-sometimes @mp-golfin @cabuyas @teriwrites @drbibliophile @de-profundis-ad-astra @avaeverstone @fayoftheforest @feralsong @leadhelmetcosmonaut @maxgraybooks @zombiefaewrites @thenewarikethtae @ink-stained-words @b-a-pigeon @seven-oomen @melonreblogsstories @rackistorus @anntakamakis @idjit-assbut-jerk @splinter-cat @bebewrites @leave-her-a-tome @loopyhoopywrites @funnnyrandomfandom @ravenetteviolets @summers-ink @duckorrabbit @theknightswhosay @daydreams-at-night @amywrites256 @kevin-coleman @manotelier @avian-writes @gwens-fiction @crookedwritings @saphiccwriter @british-bombs @waterbelongs @whichhannahsmith @myaekingheart

[foxfireink]

Samuel Whitley

Image from Library of Congress (public domain)

Adopting parent of Tom Fuller. Automaton engineer and retired High Nocturne of the Stewards of the Swords, the anti-eldritch bodyguards of the king and his family. Samuel is a quiet intellectual who curbs his son's more dubious meanderings. He convinced Tom to move up to Belleview and earn a living with automaton repair and protective ward maintenance. His measured, perspicacious nature and anti-eldritch experience have earned him the respect of the Malbury Eldritch Anomalies Department. After years of eldritch exposure, Sam monitors himself very carefully in conjunction with the local EAD.

Samuel’s career as a Steward was both highly commended and rife with controversy; his views on the nature of eldritch corruption, his use of augury and automatons, and his immigrant status led to his quiet retirement just two years shy of serving the full (and rarely achieved) length allotted to actively serving Stewards. Learn more about Sam here, or visit the Stewards of the Swords page.

Tags under cut.

- Inkwell

Tag list: @hd-literature @pure-solomon @blind-the-winds @sarah-sandwich-writes @lucianinsanity @coffeewritesfiction @surroundedbypearls @tate-lin  

[forgetthetimetravel]

[thecrookedwriterspath]

YES SHE IS

[thecrookedwriterspath]

[kathartian]

LAST LINE TAG

thank you to @rhikasa for tagging me! it's been so long since i really wrote something, but here we go. here's the final line from a tiny story i've written.

A heavy wave covers her, picking up the tiny body, and an unknown force pulls her down to the rocky bottom. But May is not afraid. She's finally home.

tagging: @yvesdot @piyawrites @crookedwritings and anyone else who would like to participate!

[the-crooked-library]

badideabigmistake, please!

badideabigmistake.odf - it is a fic I have neither the time nor the energy to write, and yet which claws at my skull, demanding to be let out. Here you go:

If Obi-Wan Kenobi was asked to try and pinpoint the exact flaw of his character that’d brought him to this point, he would likely name a number of different things. His blindness, which kept him oblivious to Sith conspiracies for years; his inexperience, which far surpassed the responsibility he’d been given through his master’s death; and, perhaps, his persistent predilection for attachment – which would not let him kill a man he loved, even after he had left carnage in his wake –

He would be wrong, of course. On all three counts.

No. What dooms him, in the end, is little more than reflex – honed, however unintentionally, for the better part of a decade; and, as it would appear, never truly forgotten.

[crtalley]

ALAMEDA – 1. – the girl in the basement turns out the lights.

a little bit of writing to celebrate the fact that i'm finally actually writing again. this is just a silly project with silly characters that I pingponged onto because I'm not doing great, but it. feels nice, really. full image text:

Malcolm Bettany squints up at an unforgiving sunrise and tries to wish away the headache building behind his eyes. He woke up sometime around midnight on the passenger train carrying him away—from anywhere, to anywhere—and stumbled out onto the first platform with his ticket in one hand and his briefcase in the other. The only clothes he brought with him are the black button-down shirt and slacks he’s wearing that might have been pressed and pleated, once, before he took a nap and woke up a few hours too late. He clears his throat and comes up with a dozen questions, settling on: “What did you say this place is called?” The person standing next to him on the platform is dressed in a frankly offensive array of mismatched floral attire. They straighten daisy-shaped gold glasses over keen gray eyes and stare out at the horizon the same as him, but there’s no shame to them. Not in the way they hook their thumbs into the pockets of their rose-printed corduroy pants, and not in the way they look artfully ruffled even in the worst, pinkest tropical hibiscus shirt he can imagine. “This is Alameda,” they tell him. “Don’t you remember what we talked about?”

gen taglist if tumblr likes me and this works // lmk if you'd like to be added or removed or if you've changed your url because inevitably i cannot keep up

@metanoiamorii @glitterandstarshine @crookedwritings @seasteading @avi-why @hekat-ie @amuseablesun @jadeywrites @aubergineanathema @quadraphonictypewriter @lasbrumas @cheshawrites @eloquenceandemphasis @asablehart @arctic-stars @worldbuildng @dovebeast @uppoffringar