[photo id: modern alternative universe, childe stands with a narwhal plushie and looks slightly to the left at jellyfishes that vary between shades of blue, purple and pink. behind him are silhouettes of other aquarium visitors and a different tank with small colourful fishes.]

[photo id: a fanart of canterella from wuthering waves, arms folded in front of her and her chin resting against her hands.]

[ID: gray toned picture of towers partially hidden by mist with a text in the middle saying temporarily lnd with a gradient of dark to light as the text is layered on the dark coloured towers.]

Rhys is a boy who tried to save everyone. Ren is a shapeshifter who doesn’t know what she is anymore. Gene is boy who keeps spiraling into deeper trouble. Cailie is a witch on the run from her family. Afisto is a boy who lived in lies. Caeden is an elf who just wanted to see the world. And their realities keep shattering. Additionally, Mezenel is there.

current status: draft 1

wordcount goal: at least 70.000 words

genre: fantasy, dark fantasy, YA/New Adult

themes/tropes: lgbtq+, poc cast, found family, finding your own truth and morals

pov: third person limited, past tense, multiple povs

taglist: @shjdqkwnkdnwkndkneidbienifn @tommie-hildebrandt @hysteriwah @henrike-does-writing-sometimes @the-starlight-writer @absolute-nonsense-scribblings

“No it’s-” a sigh escaped his lips, he leaned in closer to Rhys as his voice dropped to a breathy whisper. “Just be careful around the officer, she’s… she doesn’t like when things don’t go her way.”

Rhys furrowed his brows at the remark, he looked into Thatcher’s gaze, almost expecting him to burst in laughter, but he didn’t. Instead commander Thatcher just nodded a few times too much, as if to reassure himself before he began moving again.

[ID: a painting with warm tones, and a hand in the middle facing upwards. there’s a golden arrow between the fingers downwards. in the middle is a white line with creamy almost white text spelling “myth wip”.]

The myths are fading. Only a few of the ancient stories are still whispered in hushed tones, deformed and nameless like Casics. New ones born and fading from memory, some surviving and thriving in their own legends like Felice, eager to see more of the world.

In that world, Sen is a simple human, with wishes and dreams, discovering myths by accident. Noe carries small empty bottles with him, chased by fears and nightmares.

current status: brainstorming/draft 1

word count goal: 50.000

genre: fantasy, dark/high fantasy, adventure, YA/New Adult

themes/tropes: lgbtq+, poc cast, witchcraft, pagan and wicca, religious beliefs

pov: third person limited, past tense, multiple povs

taglist: @shjdqkwnkdnwkndkneidbienifn @tommie-hildebrandt @godknives