WIP Masterlist

(Let me know if you find any of them interesting and would like to be added to my WIP Taglist)!

Synopsis: In the overgrown forestry of Blue Oak, something long forgotten has become unearthed.

April Adams, a chemist, poisoner, and ever elusive criminal, finds himself in charge of mitigating the disaster beginning to poison the forest and its residents.

But as April's past begins to haunt him in the vast woodland; more than he'd bargained for begins to surface in the poisonous lands beneath the Blue Oak.

The quaint religious commune of Sight is a highly sought after place to live. People will convert religions, leave families, marry unhappily, just to live there. But a dark secret that transpires through history is slowly revealed through the death of the commune's most prominent leaders.

Desperate for help - but trusting nobody - bereaved son, Eli Jordan employs the help of his estranged brother, Ari. Not eager to return to the place that rejected him, Ari begrudgingly returns to his former home to help unravel the true nature of the deaths. Including the death of his own parents.

In the process, secrets are unearthed that were never meant to be told.

In the beginning there was the Forest and the Sea. The Sea so loved the Forest that it gifted it life; the Forest so loved life that it moulded it into humanity. But humanity is more complex than they intended, and soon the Forest has to employ help to guide them away from their own self destruction. That help is the seven cardinal sins, and this is their story.

There was always that knowing. Stood in the silence of a dark room, walking the lonesome path of a muddy forest. Each time, you knew, you were alone, and you weren't. When you looked into the dark sky, in place of the moon was a single eye, and you knew.

You were never alone.

30-year-old Mallory Everton is just looking for a quiet life, a calm life. Recovering from an injury and hiding from his rapidly deteriorating health, he quickly realises that the apartments he's moved into are not what they seem.

Join Mallory, his less-than-normal neighbours, and his oblivious husband, as they try to uncover the purpose of the building they're now bound to.

She was a sacrifice to their gods. But their gods loved her more. And she, she would realise, would love them just as much.

When Fleur wakes up in the dirt of the dandelion forest, she doesn't have the answers to any of her questions. But with the help of the charismatic and overly-friendly fairy that has met her acquintance, she might yet have a chance to find them.

🦇 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

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✦ Hello all! Very new to writeblr, though I've been writing on and off for years now. I go by Lamia. 27, they/she, black.

✦ I write mostly high/dark fantasy with romance themes. Expect a lot of (gothic) horror and (some) science-fiction every once in a while. Enemies to lovers is my bread and butter, angst my drink of choice. Throw in a little tragedy, a few metaphors about the terror of religion, blood, and it's a feast. My writing is explicitly queer and so am I.

✦ Fanfiction and personal works will both be housed here. I am currently drafting a novel with a magic system that uses dragon remains as its primary fuel. Heavily in the research process, might even dabble with conlangs.

✦ I consider my main writing influences to be Anne Rice and Angela Carter. I do an awful lot of reading as well, so feel free to talk to me about anything book related! Some of my other favorite authors are Mary Shelley, Brandon Sanderson, and Holly Black. Please give me all your horror recs 🖤

✦ Asks and requests are encouraged, especially if they're about my OCs. I'd also love to learn all about yours!

✦ Mature and erotic content will be very much present in my works, though I will always do my best to tag appropriately. Please read any tags/warnings thoroughly. 18+ only.

✦ main blog is @princeofhags. ao3 is bitterhags.

writing | wips

2 DAYS REMAINING!

49: VOLUME 01 is out on May 7th 2024!

THREE UNIQUE TALES. ONE FANTASY WORLD. A SECRET TO UNCOVER.

Here's a peek at two of the characters: Lucah Shot and Ocellia Flicke!

TW: Blood, Murder

“Whose blood is this?” asked the pirate. 

His hands were coated in the stuff, dry and half-peeling like rose petals upon skin. How long had he been covered with it, if it was already entirely that strange brown shade of dried blood? 

Ocellia, that fish-tailed girl at his side, laughed. “You’re always covered in blood, Lu! Who cares who it’s from?” 

Lucah could not lift his gaze from his fingers, especially as they seemed to blur and twist like his mind had been addled by booze. But he had not drunk a thing, and there was no alcoholic taste on the tip of his tongue. Instead, it was more… metallic. 

Bloody. 

Should that taste have made Lucah gag? He wanted to, almost more than he had ever wanted anything else in his life. But another part of him – a deeper part of him, a part that could never be removed from his soul – wished to savour it. 

Blood was a delicacy, said the part of his soul that had always wanted to hurt people, had always wanted to drink from them in their very last moments. Drink. And drink. And drink. 

“Whose blood is this?” repeated Lucah, suddenly aware of the shadows that cradled the beach. “Who did we kill tonight?” 

Ocellia laughed louder, rolling onto her back, half on the scarlet sand and half in the scarlet sea. Her iridescent scales, the blue of a cloudless sky, seemed equally stained with dark crimson. 

“Who didn’t we kill?” she asked. “Who didn’t you kill?” 

“I don’t remember.” 

That had Ocellia pausing; that had Ocellia’s lower lip jutting out in a pout. The expression held some thoughtfulness, but not much, as an intelligent mind was not something she possessed. 

“Does it matter?” she asked. “We can kill whoever we want. Captain says we can, and I know you love to obey him.” 

Lucah jolted as if struck by lightning. 

Captain… yes, captain. 

Memories returned. The kinds of memories that whispered that the blood on Lucah’s tongue was not the blood on his hands. The blood on his hands was from a massacre with too many bodies to count. Bodies he had delighted in striking down.  

The blood on his tongue was what Captain Dackon had gifted him, the blood from that grand man’s very own veins. 

Dackon had allowed Lucah to drink from him. 

And that had always addled Lucah’s delighted mind. 

MY BOOK IS OUT TOMORROW!!! OR TONIGHT DEPENDING ON TIMEZONES!!! OH MY GOD!!!

--prompt from @flashfictionfridayofficial (funnily enough, it's also the title of my WIP. :) )

"Can you imagine this place?" Jessica gestured at the open Selerina Ocean, as aquamarine as the gem itself. Waves lapped gently across the dull sand, of which Jessica picked up a handful of it and try to form it into glass. Clenching onto the grains, she closed her eyes before letting it all go again, forming little crystals.

Caroline lifted one of them to her ear, pretending it was an earring. She tilted her face towards Jessica, trying to conjure a reaction from her.

"I see you like my creation, Cary," Jessica giggled, "you would like seeing some of the markets here."

"But wouldn't they be the same as it is back home? With different fruits and vegetables and stuff? Or is it like a farmer's market?"

Jessica grimaced and bit her lip. She didn't note Caroline's question, much less what made her ask it in the first place. Instead, she imagined herself tasting a berry from the western forests, glistening in pink and oozing out translucent juice. She glanced at Caroline, narrowing her gaze before sweeping small shards of glass at her.

"What are you doing, Jess?" Caroline asked, opening her palm. Only a bit of smoke appeared.

"Of course everybody goes to markets! They bring food and sometimes make magical fruit! You wouldn't imagine it because--it's not in front of you!"

"I know you have powers, Jess, but I didn't know of a magical world until twenty minutes ago. I still think they only belong in books."

"Which you don't read," Jessica snarked, before a piece of seaweed approached them. Caroline picked it up with her bear hands, before finding something crawling on her.

diversity loss this trans man is just as much of an emotionally unavailable avoidantly attached brick as any cis guy

Writeblr Introduction

Suppose I should introduce myself per the writeblr Very Friendly Suggestions. I'm PB, or peebs if you prefer, I'm in my 30's, bisexual, dyspraxic, and as behooves a man of my standing I'm also grappling with considerable depression. I like to write, like it a lot and I always have. My main WIPs are: a clockpunk love story titled The Clockwork Boy, a Lovecraftian Horror Romance titled His Impossible Brushstrokes and a 30s-punk portal fantasy serial titled Thereafter. I also dabble with smaller projects I won't get into here. Mostly coherent and concise synopses of The Clockwork Boy, His Impossible Brushstrokes, and Thereafter follow below.

Shamelessly reblogging to highlight the synopsis for my latest project, Thereafter.