#fantasy writers

[vesanal]

₊˚｡⋆❆⋆｡˚₊The 20th Day of Writemas₊˚｡⋆❆⋆｡˚₊

HEY. SO. OKAY. I KNOW. I was SOOO busy today y’all (plus my long ass nap didn’t help with my time management). It’s going to be REALLY short. Sorry!!! Love y’all so much, hope ya understand! Here is the invite post and here are the prompts I’ll be doing today! :D

Prompts used:

Feeling: The ache of a smile

Dialogue: "My feelings will never change. But by God, I wish they would."

A bit short but it’s going to be worth the long longgg wait. Still sorry about that lmao. Going back to Perce again because he is pretty cool and I haven’t written for him in a bit (if you don’t count the one line of dialogue he got some time ago).

Read about the WIP here!!

Hope ya likey! 

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Perci stared out over the stone ledge of the balcony. A view like this was an extraordinary sight to take in. Dawn’s early light reached across the sky and scooped the darkness of night into its arms, creating a landscape of bright orange and sunkissed pinks. He grazed his hand across the smoothe stone finish of the ledge he leaned over. Tracing the grooves on the light colored slate, he looked across the city’s streets. Not many populated the streets at this time of day. Most were already hard at work, having no time to play around but rather work in the vast town square. 

He shifted his focus over to the square, to the shopkeepers and merchants. Not long ago he was doing the same thing as they were. Though, he was very sure they were in a better circumstance than he was, being in the capitol and all. 

Perci rolled his eyes at himself and continued where he left off in his gaze. Happy faces and rosy cheeks filled the area. Everyone was doing their job, their part to survive. Yet somehow, their smiles created a sense of longing and uncertainty within him. He wasn’t sure whether to invite the feeling in or not. It was all just so messy now. Pain set in, he really wanted to feel the familiar warmth of his home. But he couldn’t right now. He has to do what he’s supposed to do. 

Perking up from his lean, Perci caught himself in his misery. Something bubbling beneath the surface ate away at him still. His mind wanted to reject it while body was in open arms to it. Trying to clear his head, he closed his eyes and let the mild winds pass into him much like his thoughts did. Everything and everyone came to mind. He couldn’t stop it.

"My feelings will never change. But by God, I wish they would." He breathed out with a shaking trill. 

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[i-am-trans-gwender]

I swear at least half of all high fantasy is just "We have Tolkien at home."

[apolline-lucy]

i am beyond thrilled to share the cover of my debut novel, THE SILVER BIRDS 🐦‍⬛🖤 it will be released September 26, 2023!

On a cursed island where birds steal hearts and blades of grass cut sharper than knives, two young women driven by revenge take on solving a series of mysterious deaths.

•flawless art and design by @ouijacine who did a phenomenal job bringing my characters to life✨

•the book is already on Goodreads and StoryGraph, if you’d like to add it to your tbr 🥺

[hannahyeaman]

Hello,

I'm an adult fiction author—fantasy and contemporary fantasy—and my debut fantasy releases May 28, 2024.

I initially got the idea for SOUL-BOUND in early April 2017, wanting to explore how a winged character would navigate their world without flight. But I didn't truly start writing it until January 2019 and now I'm finally pursuing publishing it!

Here's the gorgeous cover! Illustrated by the wonderful @oxiente, who has drawn Mika and Roshan a lot for me over the past few years. I'm really grateful that she took on this project. She delivered beyond my expectations! There are so many cute details! 🥺

PITCH

When a tsundere princess with healing magic loses her flight during her quest to heal corrupted crystal roots, she must depend on a charming vagabond's aid to help her before their avian world collapses to corruption.

SUMMARY

Avem, a continent inhabited by bird-like humans called Avians, consists of seven territories, each of which contains a crystal root: a treelike sanctuary preserving magic. Avians cannot wield the land’s magic themselves.

Except, Mika, the princess of Passíer. However, her father forbids her to use it out of concern for her safety.

Due to the expanding corruption from Cantio; a fallen territory under Passíer’s jurisdiction because of its damaged root, Zayn the militant king of Nyx, suggests Scorching Cantio. To avoid such a catastrophic outcome, Mika flees from home, determined to heal Cantio’s root herself.

In Cantio, she meets Roshan, a vagabond playing double agent to protect what’s left of his uncorrupted homelands. Upon noticing her pink feathers, unique for her specific species, he cautions her to leave before she’s captured and used as coin. She snubs his warning and is nearly taken captive.

During his efforts to help her, Roshan is wounded. Mika heals him with her magic, unintentionally and unknowingly bonding them together.

When the quest costs Mika’s wing and grounds her, she accepts Roshan’s offer to escort her across Avem to heal the damaged roots before corruption destroys their world.

If you like birb characters, the ship dynamic from Anastasia and Tangled, books like Dance of Thieves and The Girl at Midnight, and prose like Naomi Novik and Margaret Rogerson, then stick around 🩷

eBook pre-order link!

[oddeathe]

I usually don’t talk about politics. I hate getting into it. But I hope everyone is okay. As a queer, black woman in the south, it sucks.

However, I will keep on keeping on, and try to be a kind person to everyone I see; even if I’m not a people person, even if I prefer to keep my distance and not attach. I will try. Because right now, we need kindness and understanding more than ever.

[snehithiye]

she/her searching for write/blrs

hello !! I'm Sami (21, she/her, tamil, pretty face, sexy mind) and I am new to writeblr and looking for active writers to follow hehe

I like to write original fiction, adult fantasy and lit fic! My crimes include being a serial spotifyer/pinterester and never finishing a draft. Looking for moots so please ppwease reblog and reply, esp interested in f(r)iends who

have pretty and poetic prose, you're so sexy ahahaha

write fantasy! or lit fic! or intense character studies! also mystery/thriller/horror/atmospheric work

write about queer/bipoc MCs

would bully me into finishing a draft this summer

[the-ellia-west]

HEY! YOU!

Please take a moment to Read This

Artist or Writer, Rich or Poor, Man or Woman, feeling loved or lonely,

You are a creation of God whom he loves and does not regret. You are an amazing person no matter where you are or what you've done, and I love you.

There is someone out there who wants to see your projects and see you. You've got this. You are Natural and you are wonderful.

Your product won't come easy to you, nothing beautiful ever really does. And you are not an Ai, you are real, you are human, you are a person, and being human is to struggle, and to work hard.

And remember. Your work will take time. It will take blood, sweat, and tears. But remember to take rests. No matter how beautiful and wonderful your work will be, you are the thing that matters more. You are the source of your story, and you are the Wonder, the triumph in your creation that matters so much more.

You are loved and you can do this, if not now then one day. I'm cheering for you!

GO GET 'EM YOU MASTERPIECE!

[alpaca-clouds]

The sad realization when writing about historical settings

Before I fell back into writing fanfictions, I wrote mainly originals, most of the time in Urban Fantasy or SciFi settings. And there is this one thing that I just did not have to think about.

But then came 2022, and I started mainly writing fanfiction again. And through a twist of fate my main fandoms ended up being medieval - both with fantasy worlds like the Forgotten Realms, and just the real normal medieval times (aka Castlevania).

It started when I was writing the Castlevania fics. Specifically the fics being set in winter. Because it was this very obvious thing.

I wrote about it last year: Over here in Germany, in the area where I am living, we did not have a real winter since 2006. 18 years ago. There are young adults, that can vote in the election next year, that will never have actually lived through a real winter. Sure, a couple of years back - in the winter of 2020/2021 - we actually had about several weeks of snow that remained. But outside of it? Sure, it will snow on a couple of days per winter, but the snow will be melted by the next morning.

But when writing the medieval setting, I realized at some point: "Wait. This was pre-climate change. In a mountainous area to boot. They will have impassable paths for weeks on end!" And it was kinda depressing.

But then there was the other realization. Imagining summer in this medieval setting. And I imagine. And then this little voice in my mind goes: "Add more insects."

I stop a beat: "What?"

"More insects. This is medieval. It was before we killed all the insects. There are insects everywhere. Beetles, and flies, and butterflies, and mosquitoes, and grasshoppers, and..."

I do remember those summers when I was a kid. When we drove in the car and the windshield was smashed with dead bugs. When I was running around through the forest and at times would accidentally breathe those bastards in.

And now I am thinking about that a lot, whenever I write those characters being outside. I do not always bring it in, but I think about it. About how nice it must be to live in a world that was not fucked over like that.

Sorry. I am depressed. I know. Fuck climate change. Fuck capitalism, I guess.

[tabswrites]

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I decided to join the fun.

[vesanal]

₊˚｡⋆❆⋆｡˚₊The 17th Day of Writemas₊˚｡⋆❆⋆｡˚₊

Sup guys! How y’all doing on this fine day? I know for one, I am doing amazing. If y’all don’t know about this writing challenge yet then look here at the invite post for all the info!! Today’s prompts are right here! I cannot believe this is almost over, wow. It feels like I just started this.

Prompts used:

Feeling: The sparkle of stars armor

Dialogue: "Take that look off your face. Take your pity and drown in it."

Setting: Nothingness

I had a lot of fun showing a lot of Idalia’s strict tough-on-crime(despite running an ““ex”” crime ring) attitude today! Sure hope this doesn’t come as a response from any past experience wink wink... Have as much fun reading it as I did making it! <3

Read about the WIP here!!

Enjoy!!

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“What’s this one’s deal?” Idalia spoke, carefully fitting her gauntlet over her fingers, and looking down from her desk to stare directly at the Countress, the defendant of Milev, and the offender, a cuffed young girl, by her side, “Countress, please present the Watch’s case for the criminal.'“

A young girl screamed aloud suddenly, her voice cracking as it filled with as much confusion as it did fear, “Criminal? But I haven’t even had a trial yet! Please, lady, find some compassion within your soul—”

A smack to the girl’s mouth came from the Countress using the back of her armored hand, “Quiet you! Don’t you dare plead with the Sovereign Mistress now when you yourself were the one to have committed an unlawful offense against the people of Milev. We know what we saw. You are very lucky to not already be dead”, she muttered.

The Countress went on, “Lady of the people, ma’am, I hereby declare to you that this criminal sent here today has broken the natural law and brought disorder to Milev. The Watch has given me all the details that I have outlined for you on the parchment before you. Including, but not limited to, theft, destruction of property, resisting arrest, and threatening a Watch member, which is an act of terrorism, as discussed. I suggest skimming the stack of papers over and making a decision accordingly.”

Atop the tall desk standing overhead of the two, Idalia adjusted herself in her tall throne-like seat, leaning back onto her chair and kicking up one of her heavy boots to sit atop the desk. She glanced at a few of the pages and nodded to herself, making a verdict in her head. 

Idalia folded her hands together, “Hm. Well, the cleaners are free today. So, I guess that means this strong-willed young lady will be dealt with by them now. Guards, you are relieved of your Watch duties for right now, take her off right away, please. Everyone else is dismissed.”

“Please reconsider the punishment! Please!” The girl yelled through the commotion again.

The girl pleaded on her knees and up to Idalia. From all the way at the top of the desk, not much could she pick out from her oppressor. Though small tendrils of striking red hair and sparkles of her pristine armor could be partially seen peeking out of the dark nothingness that presented itself before the girl, it was like she was trapped in a black void as something came to swallow her up whole. Dread hit her hard, nothing then at the moment could humanize the women sending her to her death. It was torturous.

"Take that look off your face. Take your pity and drown in it." Idalia decisively stated, her face revealing itself from the darkness.

Grabbing the girl by the chains and yanking her out of the Sentencing Chamber, the Watch members guarding the room dragged her to another room across the hall. Echoed screams tried to escape back into the room to Idalia for mercy. But, with one swift move, the Countress of the closed case shut the doors, silencing the room. 

The Countress wrapped her flowing white hair up into a loose bun on top of her head. She hid her angular face by putting back on her silver helmet that she kept on the table beside her. Masking her pale blue skin, she snapped the heavy metal helmet back into place. In a voice concealed by her helmet she spoke to Idalia again, but a bit more casual this time.

“Last one down, my liege.” She smirked up to Idalia.

Idalia sighed, rubbing her tired eyes with her charcoal hands, as she got up her chair and off the desk she watched over the trial on, “It’s such a shame to have crime on the loose. And here I thought I had eradicated all danger from Milev by now. But no, it feels like more than ever rogues have come into town and broken all the laws I set to protect our own.”

“Mistress, do not worry any further. If more ever do show their faces, fear will work well to keep them in line. Just as well as it does with the Milev citizens. Which is just what we need to prosper.”

“It’s not about prosperity, Countress Aisik. It’s about survival. And agreeing to complete order and passivity for those who are to be protected by us, so we have a reason to die for their safety.”

“Yes. What you wish, my lady.” Aisik held in her tongue as she faithfully bowed her head to her leader.

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[roarintheheavens]

write right now. who cares if it’s bad? that’s what editing is for

[rewritingrosie]

#𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐄 ! — ABOUT ME.

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hello, hello, i’m rosie !

As a writer, I’m as hopelessly devoted to fantasy and horror as I am to romance. Most of my works explore themes of morality, feminism, and autonomy while sprinkling on as many gothic elements as I possibly can. I thrive in writing banter-filled, rivals-to-lovers dynamics, but am not incapable of indulging in a good, fluffy couple here and then — on top of giving the love interests claws and fangs, ahem.

while I’m considerably more frequent on twitter and discord, I intend to put more time into developing this blog in the future!

I’m actively seeking !

- writing mutuals ( add me to your tag list ) !

- future beta readers !

- support through the process ! :)

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My blog is generally intended for adults / mature audiences, though not all aspects of this blog will contain 18+ content. My novel also deals with depictions of violence, and horror that could be otherwise uncomfortable for some viewers. Follow at your own discretion!

thank you so much for taking the time to read this! as always, my asks are open, similarly to my dms, should you have any questions!

with love ,

rosie !

[cursedhaglette]

do folks have any writers groups/discords/channels for original fiction that they recommend? maybe female focused? or fantasy focused? i'm looking to get back to my original works and would love a space of other writers working on similar projects