UNDISCOVERED HORIZON - THE MASTERLIST

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The ceiling of the library was high enough to be beyond your sight. Your steps echoed through the empty, marble halls. Tall bookshelves have dust gathered on them, covering the backs of books probably older than humanity. Sunlight fell into the Hall through the gaping hole in the ceiling, making patches of moss even more deliciously green. A small, beautifully copper, red fox looked at you from behind a shelf and spoke in the softest voice you have ever heard:

Rest your weary feet, Little Wanderer. The Old Gods have been keeping their eyes on you ever since you stepped into this library, no eldritch malice shall reach you here. And while you rest, Little Wanderer, would you like to hear a story?

Its small head motioned to the old, brass plaque on the side of a shelf. Each of the arrows had a numerical interval and a name assigned:

DOCTOR WHO

LORD OF THE RINGS/HOBBIT

GAME OF THRONES

VIKINGS

HARRY POTTER

THE WITCHER

MARVEL | [DAREDEVIL] | [THE PUNISHER]

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN

SUPERNATURAL

STAR TREK

PEAKY BLINDERS

TOP GUN: MAVERICK

OUTER RANGE

THE BATMAN

THE SANDMAN

SONS OF ANARCHY

SHADOW AND BONE

ONE PIECE

BALDUR'S GATE 3

Maybe some music for the reading, Little Wanderer?

Or perhaps there is a story the Librarian doesn't have? Tell me, and I'll make a request immediately.

Just popping in to tell all the writers out there: your plot isn't cliche or predictable. You just know all the twists, turns, milestones and solutions. Of course it seems predictable to you! You know what happens next!!

Keep on keeping on. You got this. Lose the fear, gain the drive and creativity.

That is so lovely to hear but I don't think I'm back-back. This summer has been a rollercoaster for me, a lot of challenges and changes, so my writing has been put to a halt for the better chunk of these past two months. Hypothetically speaking definitely helped me get through that block, so hopefully, I can get back on track with my next novel.

Now I'm officially a published writer making money off of writing. You know, a "professional". To be honest, I feel just as barely competent as I did before. Makes me think of that one tv show episode where Jackson Wang said he's not a rapper but someone who raps. I'm not a writer but someone who writes.

"Hypothetically speaking" - Juice Ortiz x Reader

SUMMARY: It's basic etiquette to not try your luck with a friend's girl. But when that friends seems to have no respect for the girl, perhaps it's basic etiquette to give her the affection she deserves.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 3k

Truthfully, everyone knew it wasn't going to work out - everyone except for you. Whether you are too pure or delusional, the thought never even occured to you, while the other members of the motorcycle club knew the bitter end the moment they saw you. At first, none of them thought much of it. That's just how Jax Teller rolled, there is nothing new in that matter. It was the subsequent weeks that made them dread the inevitable:

Jax brought you around the clubhouse to help out with the accounting, housekeeping or party-throwing. Usually, you were holding a pan, a broom or a pen in your hand. Or certain other things whenever Jax needed tending to his more carnal desires.

Nonetheless, the other Sons have gotten to know you personally and it was that new friendship that bore dread in their chests. You seemed to have a curious talent for making people feel seen. Even the smallest of details never escaped your attention. Refilling the bar for the night, you'd always find time to ask Happy about his mother's health and how he was holding up. Chibs and Tig have come to expect you to ask them about their children. Their answers rarely changed and so did yours: 'I'm sure they're thinking about you.' The biggest surprise came from the prospects as they had grown accustomed to everyone pushing them around and yelling at them. So when you'd ask them whether they were hungry, at first they were sure it was some kind of a test or a ruse.

Drop the sails, the horizon shall wait

I'm writing this with a heavy heart and no conviction as to whether I should or should not be doing this but it feels like the most fair option towards everyone (even if a few weeks too late).

Hard to overlook, I'm not active on here. Haven't been for quite some time now. This might sound disingenuous considering the context but it's not that I don't want to bring you stories or flesh out your ideas about your favourite characters. I absolutely loved being part of a community. Lately, I have noticed a certain shift in my focus and drive. I no longer daydream about our beloved characters and their adventures. Instead, any creativity and free time I have, I direct towards my original writing. All of the media/sources that once gave me ideas for your beloved fanfics, now feed into the plots of my novels. There is no love lost, there is no lack of interest or passion - only a change of direction. Maybe it's the effect of getting proper help for my ADHD or perhaps it's just the consequence of getting to a ripe, old age of 22. I can't say.

Does that mean I will never write any fanfics again? No, I don't think so; I don't want that. For the time being, however, Undiscovered Horizon shall be a true library - a place where one comes to read things already written, not await works that are yet to be written. Despite this, I hope you don't look at this blog as a graveyard of all the stories I haven't written but rather an altar to the adventures we've had together.

So what will I be doing? Now that my debut novel is put on pre-sale (PL only), I'm going to focus on two other books that I think are going to be even better:

A private school in Scotland, a dead teenage girl and a supposed hidden inheritance. Was the death an accident or a macabre conspiracy? No one is truly innocent but equally, no one seems to be guilty. Most important clues are hidden in plain sight and only an 18-year-old journalist-to-be can put them together.

In the distant future, the leader of a small arms-selling gang goes on a wild chase to find out what happened to one of her soldiers. Hidden laboratories, dead policemen, betrayals and most strange of all - this whole mystery seems closely connected to the disappearance of her brother a few years earlier.

I applaud your persistence, Anon 🤩 I'd argue that my novels are better than my fics as they are written in my native language. I may be bilingual but creative writing and communicating are quite different categories requiring various sets of skills, vocabulary and grammar. However! Whether my books are well-written or not is hardly for me to decide. I can only hope to get even half of the positive feedback I get on Tumblr :)

I do! My very first one (a debut, if you will) is just waiting for the illustrations and typesetting, chief editor plans to publish it before the summer holidays. Up to date, it's my only finished novel as I'm not the fastest of writers 😅 And it's extremely hard for me to just start one project and finish it without getting side-tracked or burnt out. I'd love to have another project finished by the end of the year but we'll see how it goes.

Your excitement makes me so happy, love! But I must inform you that I publish in my native language which is not English.

Hey! Yes, I'm still doing requests :) I've been absent lately as I have been working on private projects (novel #1 should be published in June, novel #2 is in the making). But I'm still here! So let me know what's going on in that head of yours 🧐

caught up with "Masters of the Air" and I am ✨yearning✨ for Kenny Lemmons

(im also this👌 close to suing for emotional damage)

Halsin would looooove Slavic languages because there are so many nature-themed terms of endearment and they aren't inherently sexual: kitten [kotku], bunny [króliczku], little mouse [myszko], little frog [żabko], little bird (rather towards children) [ptaszyno], little flower [kwiatuszku], little sun [słoneczko], little bear [misiu], little fish [rybko/rybeńko], little rose (very rarely used) [różyczko], little butterfly [motylku], little gander (old-timey) [gąsko], little ladybug (rare) [biedroneczko], little hare [zajączku], little weasel [łasiczko], little seal [foczko], little tit/titmouse [sroczko], little doe [sarenko]

EDIT: added Polish words for your convenience and curiosity! :)

Oh my, thank you so much!! Your words mean a lot to me. I'm honoured to be held in such high regard.

Thank you, anon💕💕

some days, when my mood is too good, I just think about a Raphael x Reader where Reader is the cambion's spouse and witnesses Tav and The Gang (TM) killing Raphael, unable to do anything about the situation. Bonus points if Raphael gets to say his last goodbye while in agony

Do the heroes of the Sword Coast spare the spouse? Do they offer apologies or an explanation? Or perhaps they continue their slaughter and kill the spouse too?

have a lovely Monday yall :)

I can write if you can give me an idea/a prompt, love !!

because of medication shortage, today is my first day off slow-release ADHD medication and it made me realize a thing or two:

You mean to tell me I've been feeling like this my whole life and only two years ago I realized that this state is less than ideal??? I'm honor citizen of delulu island bc what is this

(thankfully I do have regular/instant-release medication, so I can effectively study for finals)

[When the curse activity rises around the country, you reluctantly return to the school to help the sorcerers. Gojo Satoru seizes the opportunity to plead the case of his lovesickness. If you came back, maybe you and him can come back together, too?]

You've often wondered how it would feel to come back. Would you be excited? Or would the weight of the memories push you to the ground? How many things would be different and how many would you recognize?

A bitter chuckle leaves your mouth. You're a grown woman and yet you're nervous like an 8-year-old with mismatched socks. The overhead sign Jujutsu Tech feels imposing as though the genius loci of the school is telling you to turn back and leave; just like it did when you were a teenager, entering an unfamiliar world of unfathomable possibilities. The girl you used to be, afraid of what the future is bound to hold, could never imagine the respect and awe with which your name is spoken now. It's almost miraculous, really.

But there are more important things at hand than melancholy.