new writeblr !

so, uh, hey writeblr community! my name is tempestt and after many months of sitting with ideas for stories and absolutely no idea how to turn them into an actual novel, i found the lovely group of people that is writeblr! i’m so excited to connect with new people and read more about others’ wips. maybe even learn how to make a decent graphic or two, ha!

basic things to know about me:

i’m seventeen years old and a current senior in highschool

my favorite genres to write/read are fantasy (esp high fantasy!) and paranormal/supernatural, mainly because of the epic worldbuilding one can do when they leave the realm of reality 

my current wip that isn’t fanfiction is a novel called THE GRAVEYARD HEIR, if you want to learn more about this high(?) fantasy story involving pocket-sized dragons, evil queens, ghosts, and the lgbtq+ community, then click here

i’ve been writing/telling stories since i was five years old and i’ve always aspired to become an author 

idk how this is going to work out but— hey! i’ll give it a shot. i’m always here to talk to (PLS tell me out your ocs and/or wips) so feel free to message me anytime!

reblog/like this post so i can follow more writeblrs !!

the graveyard heir | high fantasy | lostypewriter

( pov. ) 3rd person limited, multiple characters, first person at some points

( themes. ) immortality, greed, war, friendship, loyalty, lgbtq+/intersectional feminism  

( author. ) tempestt p. / lostypewriter

( wip page. ) here

( summary. )

THE IMMORTAL REALMS ARE FALLING.

To travel through a door on a remote island in the infamous Bermuda Triangle is risky business, for one may just finds themselves in Craya: a kingdom of seven dimensions with a physical hold to the earth. Ruled by the nefarious Hellish One, a queen who survives on the blood of her own citizens, the population is at war for what to do; impeach the woman who slaughters any who oppose her, or disregard her methods in favor of falling under her magical protection against a lethal virus that is sweeping throughout the realms.

AND BLOOD WILL PALE IN COMPARISON

Entering this reality of inevitable war and creatures of all varieties, is your run-of-the-mill, amateur stage magician— Atlas Griffin. Having just fallen out of the sky and washed up on the island, he’s now lost his family, his vacation tickets, and is very unequipped to survive alone on a tropical paradise. When he is sucked into stumbles upon the world of Craya, he’s quickly forced into a friendship to save his life and majorly confused about the blue light bursting from his fingertips. With his new ‘squad’, Atlas quickly learns about his new surroundings, including the millennias-old kingdom suffocated by misery, and that if he doesn’t save it, the rest of his days will be plagued by vivid visions of his loved one’s deaths.

TO THE TRAGEDY THAT AWAITS.

( moodbaord. )

( taglist.)  ask to be added/removed !

character introduction |  the graveyard heir  — atlas griffin

( name.) atlas naut griffin

( status. ) main character / protagonist

( ethnicity. ) south korean / egyptian 

( age. ) 21

( personality. )  intj-t 

( excerpt. )

Thrust up against the ragged bark of a skeletonized elm tree, Atlas cowered away from the sterling blade pressed against the center of his neck. He gulped back the vile sickness that wished to erupt from his throat, staring into the russet brown eyes of his attacker. A woman, he noticed, just barely recognizable beyond the splattered indigo pigment that surrounded her eye sockets. She stood motionless, no breath leaving her lips, completely prepared to end his life with no hesitation.

“It looks like you’ve seen a ghost! Poor boy, might as well let ‘em go, Bea.” A charming, joyous voice spoke up from behind the mindless assassin, the lanky frame of an ashen-blonde boy walking into Atlas’ line of sight.

In what appeared to be retaliation to the good-natured command, the razor-edge of the two-foot long sword dug deeper into the flesh stretched over Atlas’ Adam’s apple. A trickle of what could only be bright crimson liquid dripped down and soaked his gray cotton shirt, an uncomfortable moist stain left in its wake.

 “What’s the matta’ with you? Bea, she-she’s harmless really.” The amused stranger struggled to get his words out in between the harsh stifling of bell-like laughter.

Exhausted, lost, and incredulous, Atlas choked out, “I just fell through a metal door and she's already pointing a sword at my throat like I'm goddamn Hitler invading Czechoslovakia!”

hello !! thank you so much for the follow and compliment, loves :) happy new year and can i just say i adore your edits for A Curse Most Foul (the entire premise for the story is perfection btw). i’d love to share with you my current wips :))

ok, so there’s my main wip;

the graveyard heir: an inexperienced, asexual, college-aged boy crash lands into the ocean with his family. when he wakes up after the tragedy he finds he’s alone on an island and he discovers a set of random doors congregated in the island’s rainforest. he gets pulled into one of the doors and finds himself in the land of craya, a kingdom of seven realms all ruled by one monstrous queen who feasts on the blood of her citizens in order to maintain her immortality. there’s a lot of poc and lgbtq+ characters and it’s sort of dark high fantasy i guess???

and also;

(working title) decay and ruin: a dark academia/fantasy that involves a boarding college for vampires. a small-town waitress is given the chance of a lifetime when she is accepted into a prestigious university. taking her baby sister along with her, she quickly discovers that moving into her new school was a mistake when she’s unable to sleep and her sister is swept away to another time period.

as well as;

phantom of the river: two cities are separated by an industrial dam. one, wherein the wealthy and powerful drink from the river to their heart’s content, free of health concerns and epidemics. the other, is where the poor struggle to breath without the water that is kept from them. 

it’s that meme ™

THE GRAVEYARD HEIR -  truth be told this might be the only reason why i made a writeblr bc i just love shitty powerpoints 

oh btw blythe is bisexual and atlas is transgender! i forgot to mention that oops 

tgh | character aesthetic  — malachai  br'aldet

here’s part two my dudes!

( taglist. ) so i don’t forget // ask to be added or removed !

@every-book-has-a-secret / @writing-sky-scapes / @nerocael​ / @oscqrwildes​ / @kavqnsky​ / @fromabookworm​ / @kly-writes​

( five. )  GRAENING

Graening is the land of space and light. If you were to hold a mirror under the universe, this dimension would be the result. Time is of no consequence is this realm; you might get so caught up in staring at the colliding nebulae and exploding asteroids that you spend years entrapped in the home of the Synodics. Besides the faint sound of rotating planets, sound is void from Graening, allowing for a tranquil experience of looking into your soul.

ahh thank you for the ask sweets !!

2: post a line from your wip with no context.

“Yeah, right, become a magician just so I can get up on stage at my first gig and have a panic attack. Thanks, but no thanks.”

3: does your wip have a title? if so, explain its significance. if not, what are you calling it for now?

it does have a title! it’s the graveyard heir and it correlates to a prophecy within the story spoken by a female-gandalf-ish character that i can’t explain too much about without spoilers so…

19: post a picture or gif that describes your wip.