#wip: beneath

[whatlurksbean]

starting page production on chapter 30 (:

[thescrapwitch]

It's not Morgoth’s offer of a parlay that reaches Maitimo’s tent shortly after Fëanor’s death, but an elf from Doriath named Mablung.

There is blood on Mablung’s sleeve, which he brushes off when questioned. Just a souvenir from an orc chief he cut down on his way to the Noldor camp. Nothing important.

(the orc’s ill-fated message for Maitimo now lies dead in the mud with him)

Mablung carries a simple request from his king and queen: for the Noldor to send one of their own to live within Doriath in order to build better relations with them. Thingol is curious about Finwë’s grandsons and greatly wishes to meet at least one of them.

Makalaurë’s heart is still a mess of guilt for burning the ships. For not taking Maitimo’s side in the argument against their father. He wants - needs - to be useful. To prove to Maitimo that he can be trusted; to prove to himself that the relationship between them can be repaired back to what it had been in Valinor.

“I’ll go,” he says, and Maitimo agrees. A kingdom of elves is safer than a battlefield, and who could be more charming than silver-tongued Makalaurë?

(they agree, of course, that Alqualondë will not be spoken of. that it is necessary to keep such a horrible mistake a secret)

Makalaurë is prepared to lie. He is prepared to flatter and listen and do whatever must be done to gain Doriath’s trust.

He is not prepared for Daeron.

[sluckythewizard]

'I wont cry for you, I wont crucify the things you do. I wont cry for you, see, when you're gone, I'll still be BLOODY MARY'

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

Happy birthday from me! Thank you guys so much for another great week of getting to share some works and ideas. This story has been a labor of love and I'm so happy to get to share it with all of you.

Beneath the Oak Tree

Rating: T

Warnings: N/A

Status: Complete

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence | Pre-Quest of Erebor | Childhood Friends to Lovers | Dwarves and Hobbits Have the Same Lifespan | Bilbo's Grandmother has Dwarf Blood | Young Bilbo Baggins | Young Thorin Oakenshield | Angst with a Happy Ending | Misunderstandings | Thorin goes off to war | Non-Explicit Sex

Summary: Bilbo found Thorin when they were both quite young beneath an oak tree in the Shire, and it became a promise to meet there every chance they got. The oak tree saw them through years of friendship, falling in love, and even the day Thorin proposed before he was swept off on the tides of war.

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 Thorin dug in his heels hesitantly, but Bilbo only gave him an encouraging grin. He said something to Thorin, but all he could grasp was ‘come’, ‘mama’, and ‘help’. Not sure what to do, but hoping Bilbo would actually be able to help since they were friends now, Thorin let him lead the way through the forest. He tried not to despair as nothing seemed familiar to him. Luckily, Bilbo seemed to know the way very well. In almost no time at all, the trees began to thin and large hills dominated the landscape. Thorin thought that alone would have amazed him the most, but the moment they passed through the treeline, they became the subject of the stares of several beardless faces. 

All of the people had Bilbo’s same curly hair, same large feet, and same pointy ears even if they came in all different shapes and sizes and colors. Thorin thought he finally understood now. This was Bilbo’s clan! So he clearly wasn’t an elf then. Thorin ran through his lessons with Balin on the seven clans. Well Longbeards, Firebeards, and Stiffbeards were definitely out. Blacklocks didn’t seem likely either. Feet, there was one having to do with feet…OH! They must be from the Stonefoot Clan.

“Vemu (Greetings)!” Thorin called out, performing another bow.

He had thought that would maybe get the other dwarves to relax around him, but it somehow felt they were staring even more now. Thorin shifted on his feet, when a female voice called out.

“Bilbo Baggins!”

Bilbo winced beside him and Thorin couldn’t help wincing too. He knew that shout all too well himself. A dwarrowdam with plump cheeks and long curly hair came running up to them with her hands on her hips. Yep. Thorin could only imagine this was Bilbo’s mama. Not wanting to watch his friend get in trouble, Thorin let his gaze wander. His eyes lingered on the hill before them that all the other dwarves were lingering around. That’s when he realized the hill had windows and a door! It was a home!! Or perhaps a castle considering it was very large. And he didn’t see any mountains so he supposed the Stonefoots had to live somewhere, but still, how odd.

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[skillbattle]

hi 😭 know I haven’t been very chatty or done much art here lately but let me share a wip of my personal mario princess designs ( and their honorary princess toadette ) and waru peach ( along with my personal interpretation) i was planning 🍄⭐️

[sotc]

I MISS HIM ALREADY SO MUCHHH. HOW DO I BREATHEEEEE WITHOUT YOUUUUU. Apparently the timelapse between the end of Origins and the beginning of Awakening is 6 months and I am so upset that the honeymoon travel between Zevana was cut short! THEY DESERVE LONGER. Traveling as Milana did in the year facing the Blight was the most of the outside world she's seen considering her entire life was within the confines of the Alienage and parts of Denerim. Now with the threat of an Archdemon gone, I imagine her and Zev went traveling abroad towards the Free Marches and Antiva City (perhaps even a bit of Orlais? hmm, not sure tho) I think Zev was delighted to show her his city but also lmao so very dangerous of them to do so - but who are they if they aren't finding the thrill in a bit of danger anyways :3c I'm sure at some point though an assassination attempt may have been too close of a call in Antiva to their liking. Duties called her back to Ferelden anyways and Zevran assumed it was time to finally stop running and actually go after the Crows, as noted in this letter. Afterall, now he has a life of his own and a love worth fighting for. 🫶 I always think back to that line when he mentioned the fortune teller in the whorehouse he grew up in told him he would live a long life (much to her surprise) and for as long as he's been an assassin and the years ahead for them both.... SIGHS LOVINGLY. CHIN HANDS. KICKS MY FEET. It's what he DESERVES!!!! Now if only we can find the cure to the Calling for Milana huh...

[ghcstcd]

Hii Mountain hiiii

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[runawaymun]

Six Sentences Some(mon)day

Rules: post six sentences of your WIP

Tagged by: @emyn-arnens - thank you!! :D I love being tagged in these. It motivates me to keep writing my WIPs so I have something to share haha.

From Beneath a Boundless Sky:

 Anyone who wasn’t a thane was hungry, and thanes still had stomachs; they too would starve if the food finally ran out. Unless one of them had some new and magical way to cure their barren fields, aid from their neighbors was their only option, and all of their close neighbors were elves. The þulir had been muttering over those fields for five years to no avail. The yield remained low every season. They said there was a sickness in it, some malice that rotted the crops or else stunted their growth. Many seiðmaðr theorized there were evil spirits devouring plants before they even had a chance to sprout.

From To Partake:

Beloved Tyelpe,  I apologize that I do not have much time to communicate! But I wanted to pen you a letter and tell you all of the comings-and-goings thus far of my time here in Mithlond. Many things have happened since last we spoke. Before you worry, know that the King has been good to me. I am happy. I am even making new friends…or at least, I am finding friendly faces. So is Erestor, it seems.

No pressure tags for: @jaz-the-bard @niennawept @polutrope and anyone else who would like to share. Just say I tagged you :)

[helluva-artblog]

Here! Have a WIP!

[wangxianficrecs]

It Lies Beneath These Hallowed Woods by meekome

It Lies Beneath These Hallowed Woods

by meekome (@meekkome)

M, WIP, 10k, Wangxian

Summary: The shadows are alive. Writhing and twisting around him, creeping over him, between his fingers, around his throat, curious and hungry. The dirt beneath is black like dried blood, which makes the shards and fragments of bones half-buried around him easy to see, white and glimmering unnaturally bright in the gloom. Then something looks at him, from behind the shadows, and Wei Wuxian flinches at the weight of its attention. “Who are you?” Wei Wuxian says, voice echoing strangely as the silence stretches and the resentment nips at his skin, held back by this thing he cannot see. You do not have a name for what I am, it finally says. Wei Wuxian sucks in a slow breath. “What are you, then?” The trees bend and snap in a sudden breeze and the ghosts around him spin and whine, and Wei Wuxian is horrified to realize it is laughing. Shall I let you see, little cultivator? Doing so has driven more humans mad than the number of bones that sleep beneath your feet. But Wei Wuxian has never been good at ignoring knowledge, no matter the consequences, and he does not look away. Kay's comments: I know Halloween is already over, but it's still spooky season in my heart, so this story is very fitting. In which, not only are the Burial Mounds sentient and changing Wei Ying even more than they did in canon, but also! Lan Wangji follows him into the Burial Mounds after he heard that the Wens have thrown him in there and he communicates!! Love that for Wangxian and I can't wait to see how this story concludes.

pov alternating, canon divergence, sentient burial mounds, eldritch wei wuxian, monster wei wuxian, body horror, angst with a happy ending, wei wuxian's three months in the burial mounds, fix-it, yiling laozu wei wuxian, yiling laozu lan wangji, love confessions, friends to lovers, developing relationship, sunshot campaign, communication, married lan wangji/wei wuxian

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[foursaints]

even if you never write it, beneath the dark arches will live with me till i die <3

it’s real & written in our HEARTS AND MINDS!!!!

here’s the pinterest board

[omaano]

Might as well post this teaser too, to show what Din looked like 12 layers before he made it to my new commission post header XD

[manwrre]

bottom billy is very near and dear to my heart but i do need a ficlet where steve has a thing for masked men (that thing involves him wishing that they’d screw him five ways from sunday).

and so, he promptly loses his mind when someone shows up to their campus halloween party dressed as ghostface. i mean, almost drops the lukewarm beer in his hands and gawks at the guy for all of a few seconds.

because of course, they would have the absolute sluttiest take on the costume. he’d have these tight ass leather pants and a shirt that just about clings to every inch of him; stretched taut across the dips and curves of his biceps and the grooves of his chest. and the straps across his upper body would fall right between his pecs and steve would be FOAMING at the mouth.

then, like the cherry on top of a metaphorical cake, the guy pulls his mask back and it’s billy freaking hargrove.

which, steve thinks, is pretty fucked up of the universe to make happen, seeing as he has had the biggest crush on this asshole ever since their first econometrics class together last semester.

so yea, billy’s been the star of a few of steve’s wet dreams but like this, there’s no way he isn’t going back home tonight and jerking it like it’s no one’s business.

or,

maybe not.

because as if sensing eyes on him, billy’s gaze flits over to steve and the blonde gives him this long, sweeping glance from head to toe. and steve knows he looks great in his sailor costume? he’d spent forever looking for the right fit— and then, another half a century fussing over his hair and making himself look painfully kissable.

and hargrove must realize that, if the way his eyes linger on steve’s cherry-tinted lips is appraisal enough.

so yea, maybe there’s a slight possibility of steve getting laid tonight, after all.

[kit-ken-writes]

Status:: Rewriting stuff I wrote last summer

Genre:: Dark Romance, Dark Fantasy, Monster Romance, smidge of Lovecraftian Horror

Themes:: Coming of Age, Fate & Free Will, Empowerment, Isolation, Fear of the unknown, Human’s place in the universe, desire, love & companionship

Warnings:: Depictions of suicide, child abandonment & neglect, brief mentions of sexual harassment, bullying, Power imbalance (eldritch god and sacrificial offering), age gap (Kyveli is 20 and Yozuthalus is like millions of years old), yandere-like tendencies

Story:: Deep within the mists of the Southern Montlow Sea, lies an island steeped in secrets and tradition. Thoania is home to a people seemingly stuck in history, detached from the rest of the world in complete ignorant bliss. But it's not only the people of Thoania that call the island their home. Something old lives in their bay, within the deep blue hole. Something that came before the island itself, something older than the sea. The One Beneath the Bay. 

The people of Thoania had always worshipped the mysterious entity in peaceful understanding until a momentary uprising illustrated the sheer power and wrath of The One Beneath the Bay. Now in penance, they offer their daughters to the sea. Until one hundred years ago, when the bay claimed none. Now the islanders live in fear of unknown mistakes, wondering if the sea will show its fury again. 

That is until a young orphan, outcasted by the island, takes her place in the line of girls upon the bay’s shore. A young girl who will change the trajectory of Thoania’s stagnation, and alter her future altogether.

Kyveli is the illegitimate daughter of the current magistrate and a local barmaid. Due to the circumstances of her birth, she and her mother were ostracized by the town. And Kyveli often faced severe bullying from the likes of the town children. After her mother's death, Kyveli is effectively an orphan left to her own devices. Until a fateful ceremony will see her life inverted and her future change.

Kyveli is described as being a gloomy child, with rarely a smile upon her face. She has a cynical and apathetic approach to life. And most people conversing with her are often thrown off by her bluntness. Despite her cold demeanor, Kyveli has always been a curious child, seeking out books and scrolls to tell her the secrets of the isle. Or stalking the shores for shells and trinkets. And despite her impoverished upbringing, the Priestesses all note her observant and clever nature.

Yozuthalus is the forgotten name of The One Beneath the Bay. An ancient entity existing long before Thoania and the sea itself. It's unknown if they created Thoania and it's residents or if they just allowed their creation in their domain. Regardless, Yozuthalus considers themselves the ruler of the sea and the people of Thoania have always considered them their god. Its also unknown what Yozuthalus's true motivations and intentions are but for the most part they appeared peaceful as long as the islanders stayed there. But they did exhibit a deep wrath and little care for those who defied them. Yozuthalus is known to be quite mysterious and has never directly spoken to the people. Only using the sea and rain to converse with them. For the last one hundred years, they have refused all offerings, mystifying the islanders. Until a young outcast stood on the sands of it's bay…

Yozuthalus is an omniscient and omnipotent entity who's age transcends time and who's being is incomprehensible to mortal minds. They have an indifferent attitude towards mortals, as long as they stay in the island and follow their unspoken contract. Should it be broken, Yozuthalus is capable of immense fury. But has also shown the ability to forgive presented the right apology. Yozuthalus also shows great wisdom and intelligence about all things, yet has an inquisitive nature when it comes to the lives of mortals, or perhaps just one mortal in this case.

What you’ll find:

Greek/Roman-inspired society

Eldritch-like entity

Lots of water imagery

Black sheep trope

Sacrificial Lamb

Kissing the monster

The voice inside her head

Surreal dreams

Outcasted even as the chosen one

Ancient Rituals

Giving into temptation and desire

© 2024 kit-ken — do not repost, copy, translate, modify my work on any platform

[luminous-jellyfish]

A Writeblr Intro (English Version)

Link zur deutschen Version

Hi, I'm Marlin! I've been lurking on tumblr and in its writing community for years but was always too shy to engage. Now I've finally decided to start sharing my own stuff (mainly to organize myself) and become active!

⫸ About Me ⫷

I go by Marlin (she/her), or on some platforms by luminous-jellyfish

mid 20s, queer

I write (mostly) in German, but post (mostly) in English

my favorite genre is fantasy, and all the different direction fantasy can go in, but I like trying my hand at genre mixing

my main blog where I reblog general stuff and fandom things and so on is @secondrealitytotheright

⫸ Current WIPs ⫷

I'm currently most actively working on a few different stories that all take place in the same world (though at slightly different points in time) that I've dubbed "leviathan world" in my notes - after the gigantic sea creatures that live in its deep oceans (and sometimes the sky, who can resist sky whales, seriously). I would probably call it a fantasy world with steampunk elements.

All of those stories feature queerness in different forms, and most of them include at least slight elements of what might be called body horror.

All of these stories are still operating under working titles and are in various, wildly differing draft stages. As always I have far too much planned in this world but these four are the stories I'm actually actively writing right now:

Seeds beneath our skin

Genre: Magical Academy Fantasy, Coming-of-age story

Setting: a group of islands and archipelagos near the equator, where the leviathans are generally both revered and feared as holy and powerful creatures connected to the spirit world

Short Summary: A young girl who grew up as a sea nomad joins the temple that has controlled religious practices throughout the islands for a hundred years. Against her will she becomes a key figure in the struggle for power and religious freedom that is about to grip the temple. To survive spirit possession, human intrigue and ideological differences she is forced to reconsider her identity and world view and define herself on her own terms.

Honey cakes and bloody satin

Genre: Steampunk Fantasy, (Cozy?) Mystery, Romance

Setting: a harbor city on the northern continent, famous for their leviathan hunters, where a technological revolution is happening as the blood of leviathans is turned into a powerful fuel

Short Summary: A journalist working for a revolutionary underground newspaper and a seamstress involved in the golem's rights movement are thrown together when a man dies right in front of their eyes. They must work together and solve the crime while also hiding everything happening from the Watch, to protect both of their secrets.

Short WIP Intro

Half the lights

Genre: High Fantasy Adventure, Romance

Setting: A city on the back of a leviathan, as well as the open skies, oceans and harbors frequented by smugglers, messengers and pirates

Short Summary: A wealthy, bookish young woman who dreams of investigating weather phenomenons escapes having to forge a psychic bond with the leviathan carrying her home city on its back. She stows away on a messenger ship and finds herself among a shady crew of smugglers. Eventually she gets herself involved in pirate adventures, a political revolution and a growing attraction to a headstrong fighter with a rigid code of honor and high ideals.

And surrendered the flesh

Genre: Science Fantasy

Setting: a big city in a sub-tropical climate, surrounded by jungles and plains that have been gripped by a powerful virus that contorts nature and all living things

Short Summary: A young girl from the country travels to the city to find her missing sister and gets involved with an organisation that strives to perfect the human body. An ambitious scientist fights to be recognised for her genius and to keep her past mistakes secret. An old woman is forced to join a struggle she has been hiding from for years and rediscover forgotten powers to try and save her grandchild. All three of them will shape the face of the city.

[sunless-garden]

Beneath the Pine, chapter 20:

Snippet:

The next morning, Klaus instructs her to stay in the courtyard house until further notice. Elena wants to argue. Her world is already so small. Why is he making it smaller?

She bites her tongue.

Sometimes, Klaus can be persuaded. Often, he can’t. When she isn’t sure, she can’t take the chance - not when she might need to save her arguments for bigger issues.

(Bonnie.)

He still hasn’t mentioned the witches. Surely, they are the reason he’s confining her movements. Are they still in the fortress?