I am a(n):
⚪ Male
⚪ Female
🔘 Writer
Looking for
⚪ Boyfriend
⚪ Girlfriend
🔘 An incredibly specific word that I can't remember
*wakes up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat*
WAIT IT’S CALLED A THROW PILLOW
the first result isn’t always the one you’re looking for but when you press enter it’ll give you a ton of words related to your query that’ll probably have what you’re wanting, or something better
here’s some examples:
— wip introductions
i. the way of the blade main wip. first trilogy. high fantasy. Not only do challengers compete to be one of the champions of the weapon gods, but there is still a war to be won.
ii. the way of the soul prequel trilogy. high fantasy. Those who study in the field of magic were never truly informed of the horrors of the heavens; a select few take on the journey to stop another mage from becoming a god.
iii. the way of the betrayed sequel trilogy. high fantasy. The major gods of the blade had silenced the old gods long before, and their representations have long been forgotten. A woman seeking revenge, a young orphan, and a man who shelters a god in his mind decide to either bring the betrayed back, or tear the heavens down.
iv. heart of gold single. dystopian/moral. Having a heart of gold is no longer a phrase, and the good and bad are separated by this factor. The greedy and immoral hunt down the innocent for the 24 carat ore in their chests, and it’s the good who go into hiding who know the sins they must commit.
v. the sundial single. dark/paranormal. She had always tried to ignore the wild-eyed woman who would talk to herself, but she finds herself following the woman into the forest to a large sundial. The woman won’t tell her it’s meaning, but a sinking feeling in her gut tells her it’s ticking down, and it won’t be anything good.
vi. wonderings collection of short stories. Ranging from two strangers meeting at a train station to a royal and his escort bickering on a quest, this story holds any scene caught in time and torn from finished thoughts.
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a wip introduction
the way of the blade — champion (book one)
❝Let me tell you one thing,❞ The blond didn’t reply, for any words he would utter were lodged in his throat. The goddess before him only smirked and tapped his chin. ❝Many of my heroes have possessed shields, and it has saved their lives on several occasions; it is only weak to deny help when you need it most.❞
genre fantasy, adventure, na
point of view third person, past tense
themes competition, battles, romantic & platonic relationships, desperation, betrayal, death, gods, weapons, royalty, magic, finding strength & passion, lgbt, despair, pride, friends become family, enemies to friends/lovers, folklore, banter, desire for glory, secrets, distrust, a willingness to do whatever it takes, becoming honorable & strong, personal growth.
THE gods of the blade had taken their place as the major gods long ago; their home was Rezaghur, and all warriors desired to reawaken there after their final breath. It was tradition that these gods would take on a hero, a chosen, a champion, to be their will on earth and to represent their strength in battle. It was of the highest honor, and many of the major cities of the kingdom placed the most importance upon this culture. Though, choosing these champions was the most challenging part. Many desire glory, and competitors come from all over, but in a test of honor, loyalty, and bravery, only a few will pass. After all, there is only one chosen for each weapon. And with the resolve these challengers possess, it truly becomes a tournament for the ages—may the worthiest of warriors win.
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writeblr introduction
hello, I’m stephanie, and I’m a 17 year old high schooler. My favorite genres are anything along the lines of fantasy/adventure, and I would die for anything slow burn and desperate, the “show not tell” kind of love! I’m also working to make my writing a little more poetic and “flowery” because I greatly admire that romantic style.
My wips are mostly bare bones, because I find it easier to build characters and relationships than plots and worlds. I’m still working through creating full stories, but I wanted to create a writeblr so I can find inspiration, advice, and resources! So far, I only have one main, and it falls under medieval fantasy—skyrim and narnia inspired the world a lot! I’m hoping one day to think of an apolocolyptic story as well, but I find it very hard to imagine one creative enough.
wips ; rough summaries & titles
[ the way of the blade ] — medieval/fantasy; series. book 1: champion It was an honor to be accepted in the way of the blade. To train under a weapon and follow its word, to pledge your life to it was tradition. But to do so was hard work—constant danger and a test of nerve, for good reason. Only the fittest recruits survived to be the chosen, and every cadet was prepared to fight to the death.
[ unnamed ] — paranormal/dark. “Magic was only best when used for evil,” a witch coven told their young. And these women spent their lives performing blood sacrifices in hope of becoming what mortals feared, becoming deformed and powerful. It’s only when one woman sees the true form that she realizes the horror of what they practiced.
[ heart of gold ] — dystopian/moral. Having a heart of gold is no longer a phrase, but reality. The good have 24-carat metal in their chests, and are quickly hunted and wiped out by the bad, the greedy and immoral who desire their hearts. The good are forced into hiding, and being moral is almost a curse, for they’re the only ones conscious of all the sins they must commit to survive.
[ the sundial ] — dark/paranormal. She had always tried to avoid the woman on her street who would mutter to herself on her porch, eyes wild and chair creaking. She knew this, and yet here she was following the old woman into the woods to a big sundial. The woman would not tell her it’s meaning—oh no, she’d giggle as she danced around the peaks, I can’t tell you—but she could only feel dread settle in her gut when the woman told her it was almost time.
[ unnamed ] collection of short stories. Stories ranging from moments stuck in time, scenes taken from the seams of the unfinished. The tales range from strangers meeting at a train station to a prince and his escort learning to get along on a journey.
Please like/reblog this post, or send me a message/ask if you’re also a writeblr or aesthetic blog so I can check you out!! Feel free to add something about your wips or ask something about mine :) I don’t know if I’ll be very active yet, but I would like to follow other writers/editors in the community and make some friends! thank you ♡
shoutout to @tarttisms as well for inspiring and encouraging me to create one! I hope you don’t mind that I took reference of your introduction for my own too
