#wip title

I'm back!!!

To daily posting

I love posting daily guys, I miss y'all seeing my art

Anyway these are my ocs, they're dogs. Daisy (the missing one), she's a saluki. And Claire, she's a pomeranian

These two are girlfriends. Or they were before Daisy, went missing, and quickly presumed dead, when they were fresh outta high school. This really fucked up Claire and her life afterwards

Everything she did seemed to turn sour. Basically she had really bad luck. Until she eventually decides to return to her hometown to try and figure out what happened to her childhood friend and girlfriend

My eventual plan is to turn this into a game. Inspired by games like Night In The Woods and Life Is Strange

It's unreal how just thinking about planning your book while working a full time job can help you with ideas (especially when you can never write during your free time because the brain isn't braining).

So now, without further ado, I introduce to you guys the title of my first book:

Godsfallen!

I will be tagging every post related to my high fantasy WIP as Godsfallen WIP.

He's chill. Techno sleeps on him and Steve needs to be aggravated to attack, but he's scary enough that it's Not Needed.

Techno, with a pink fluffy sweater standing on top of an almost 200 pound dog: it don't bite

Maybe paired with 28: I won’t let them find you?

Any characters/AU

Uhhh……. Gulliver’s Travels based story. I had to make a whole AU that pulls some of my oldest characters out so I can get that terrible lack of g/t out of my mouth.

Wordcount: 1.4K

Contains: Uh, hopefully nothing i need to tag other than the giant is a bit of as asshole.

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Cade was a scavenger as much as he was an artist. In the small port town of Seabarrow, there wasn’t much demand for artists, so he scavenged to make enough coins to keep a roof over his head and food in his belly. This one fateful morning he had gone to clear his head, check the shore line for shellfish, and maybe sketch some landscapes. It was landscapes and portraits that we are his biggest sellers anyways.

Tagged by @myletternevercame Thank you darling! 🧡🧡🧡

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you, and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Exercice (DBH)

Puppy eyes (DBH)

Cyber fingers (DBH)

Waterproof (Punisher)

On your Radar (Punisher)

Two can play (Punisher and TWD)

Good thing that I didn't have to list all the fic ideas that I write down in a separate document, otherwise the list would have gone on for longer 😅.

I can feel the space growing between us;

it was never meant to be for us.

Why should I try in the first place,

when the most I'll ever be

is in second or third place.

It doesn't feel worth the mess in my head

of feelings that overwhelm me;

confusion swirling,

instead of happiness and camaraderie.

The more I try to connect,

the farther the distance between us becomes.

A dissonance rings in the air,

we're not in the same chord,

let alone on the same page.

You tried to reassure me with pretty words...

I can tell that rather than blooming,

those seeds were really just mines

planted,

waiting for the moment I overthink

and accidentally set them off in my mind.

They were just disguised as an effort to encourage and calm me,

but I feel that they were empty,

just like you and me.

We’re both trying to fill up that hole inside with someone new,

but I wasn't right for you either,

nor him or her.

I feel like I should just give up the search.

I’m just stumbling down a never-ending,

dark and longing-filled pathway to the next person I meet.

I'm not very good at reading people, my intuition’s weak.

My first impression is usually that they're good, cool, kind, or sweet,

but I'm really just blind to their intentions, which they keep inside.

I’m not sure if I'm able to ask what goes on in their beautiful head,

behind those gorgeous eyes.

Much like my own mind

in which I try to hide my insecurities and keep my skeletons out of reach;

I’m pushing them farther and farther down,

deeper, until I can hardly breathe.

I'm about to drown,

but at least they won't see the real me.

Safe in my box,

it has so many locks around it,

I’m not even sure if I know where all of the keys are.

They might be up in the stars,

the dust of the galaxy.

Just you and me

and stars as far as the eye can see.

Maybe we'll meet there again someday

and maybe then we can be friends,

but today,

rest assured,

I won't bother you anymore.

I think I know when I'm being ignored.

Just a nuisance,

not worth your time.

I can't even think of a rhyme

to describe the bitterness

I feel while writing this.

It hurts that I'm even thinking this way;

I'm sorry, is all I want to say.

I've always loved you,

maybe in different ways,

like how the moon loves the sun…

but it's still love,

regardless of the shape.

It was always for you,

IF YOU LOVE ME PLEASE READ TO THE END ♥️ 🍾 🤩

So as I prepare for NaNoWriMo, I am trying to find a good working title for my urban fantasy/angelic lore novel I’ve been working on, and I need y’all’s input on what I’ve come up with so far!

So first, a quick? synopsis: 

BEFORE: Samael, seal of perfection and perfect in beauty (Ezekiel 28:12), ruled at the right hand of Melek Taus, Lord of All. Samael served as the commander of the Watchers, the elite cadre of seven seraphim who upheld law and order in Heaven. However, as Melek Taus’s reign grew more tyrannical and Their tastes more cruel, the seeds of dissent began taking root in Samael’s heart. 

When Melek Taus announced plans to breed a race purely for angelic sport, Samael was spurred to action. Gathering their supporters, Samael waged a war to halt the creation of the newly-named “Mortal” race and win the rule of the Heavens away from Melek Taus. Betrayed by some of those closest to them, Samael’s rebellion failed, and as punishment Melek Taus banished them from Paradise and gave Samael the task of punishing the mortals--who Samael had sacrificed so much to spare from the pain of existence--when the mortals committed evil.

Quickly bored with this game in which They’d trapped Samael, Melek Taus suggested another to Samael instead: wagers against human souls. Samael, who had the freedom to roam both the underworld and the mortal realm, would tempt humans to commit foul acts. If they won and the mortal succumbed, Samael would win their way a little closer to the pearly gates. Back and forth betting on the power of human goodness, Melek Taus and Samael played their game for centuries to increasingly high stakes (I mean...Hilter, anyone??) And so it went for millennia...

NOW: Jake Meada is a lost soul. Plagued by depression and personal tragedy, we first meet him on a crowded bridge in Belgium, preparing to kill himself by jumping. However, he’s halted by an “apparition” of his late mother, and when he seeks to follow her and get answers, he runs into a mysterious stranger instead, an intoxicatingly beautiful woman who calls herself “Sam”. Difficult as it is for Jake to believe, Sam reveals herself** to be the fallen angel Samael, and insists she needs Jake’s help to break Melek Taus’s chains on the fate of mortal kind. She reveals she’s placed a wager on Jake’s soul, and soon the other Watchers, now lead by the cold and pedantic Mikha’il, will soon come in an attempt to protect Melek Taus’s power at any cost, including that of the human race. 

As Jake tries to come to grips with the cosmic role he’s been thrust into, he also begin to wonder if he can trust Sam at all. After all, the devil doesn’t come dressed in a red cape and pointy horns; (s)he comes dressed as everything you’ve ever wished for...

**if you’re wondering about gender identity and pronouns as it relates to the angels in particular, I can assure you it’s addressed. I won’t get into the specifics in this post, but basically—gender is a construct (I mean we all know this anyways. Also fuck you JK Rowling 🙃🖕🏼🙃🖕🏼🙃🖕🏼)

oKAY SO. 

If you read my fics you know that I love titles which are literary allusions.. For instance, Like a Lonely House and Tender Jar are both allusions to Pablo Neruda poems.

“so I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.” Pablo Neruda, Sonnet LXV

“Like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness, and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.“ Pablo Neruda, The Song of Despair

SO FOR MY WIP, I REALLY WANT A BIBLICAL ALLUSION AS MY TITLE. 

Originally I thought to borrow from the Lord’s Prayer, and I was calling the WIP Thy Kingdom Come, as in “Thy Kingdom Come, Thy will be done, on earth as it is in Heaven.”

HOWEVER...

It started to feel a bit on the nose, a feeling which was seemingly confirmed when I stumbled across another angelic WIP with nearly the same title, making me gag and then realize, “ugh that is basic AF, I need to step my game up.”

SO

I have come up with some titles based on bible quotes, I would love for people to weigh in on which you like (or don’t)

Lay Low The Nations 

“How you have fallen from heaven, morning star, son of the dawn! You have been cast down to the earth, you who once laid low the nations.” 

Isaiah 14:12

The Beast That Cometh

“And when they shall have finished their testimony, the beast that cometh up out of the abyss shall make war with them, and overcome them, and kill them“

-Revelation 11:7

Know Not the Hour

“Heaven and earth shall pass away...But about that day or hour no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father“

-Matthew 24:35-36

Every Eye Shall See or And The Earth Shall Wail

“Behold, he is coming with the clouds, and every eye will see him, even those who pierced him, and all tribes of the earth will wail.”

-Revelation 1:7

Please let me know what you think about the titles (or the story in general)